Chapter Twenty-Seven
Takashi
Tak found a tiny little corner to hide away in and be alone for a few minutes. It hadn’t been easy to find, and it wasn’t particularly comfortable; he was wedged where the roof of one of the school buildings met the ceiling of the cargo hold and there wasn’t much space between, but the wedging was nice after all the floating. It was dark in his hidey-hole and the stink of the ship was inescapable, but the din of quiet weeping was a mere susurrus here. Tak put his head on his arms and wished he could sleep.
Hiroku had been right about the bathroom. There was a constant line and too many little children who just couldn’t wait. The refugees had taken to wearing strips of cloth tied around their noses and mouths and trying not to think too much about what was fl
