Chapter 23:
The ship shuddered again, as if hit by a great force. Still dressed for sleep, Helena searched for the nearest thing to wear. She grabbed a robe.
In nightgown and robe was never how Helena envisioned running into battle, but that was the hand fate dealt her. Now was not the time to piss and moan about it.
Before she reached her door, the ship dove. Her feet left the deck as she fell toward the door of her cabin. The bulkhead of her stateroom was an effective stop to her plummet. Thankfully the distance wasn’t too far, and she only bounced once on impact.
It took some work, but she pulled her door open and fell into the hall that ran port to starboard the width of the aft of the ship. Doyle rested against the wall next to her. “Seems like old times,” he said.
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