Climbing back onto the raised bed, she thought to sleep longer, but more and more footsteps started shuffling about above deck and in the companionway. She heard bells, then voices talk about breaking fast, and her stomach started rumbling, reminding her of its empty state.
She wondered if she should wait for Ian to come get her or if she should venture forth to fetch her own meal. After dressing and waiting for what seemed an eternity, as always when one was hungry, she took the initiative and went in search of food. Entering the tiny galley, Sarah noticed two things. First, there was no chocolate. Second, there was no choice in what to eat.
Breakfast was soupy porridge, not even appetizing-looking porridge with fruit slices or berries on top as cook would do for her when she was in tow
