Chapter Seventeen
They filled up the trolley for the last time. Still more people streamed into the galley. The crates with rations had long been emptied, and people were now scavenging parcels from the sections that couldn’t be removed.
Others were opening whichever cupboards along the sides of the galley walls they could reach, climbing on each other’s shoulders if necessary, and handing down storage boxes and drawers. They collected plates, and cups and cutlery. They argued with each other over which side of the kitchen was theirs.
“Are we all done?” Tina asked. She didn’t like how the atmosphere was turning aggressive in the galley. By now, most of the ship crew was gone, and the people rummaging through the cupboards were pirates. Arguments broke out over certain items. Most of the
