She picked at the hem of her third-best gown. “I hate this,” she muttered. “I haven’t felt truly clean in weeks. All I can do is wash my hands and face. I would give ten pounds for a hot bath back home.”
Molly tilted her head. “Truly, my lady? It is not so difficult. We are at anchor now. I know for a fact that there is a large copper tub the cook uses to dispose of potato peelings and such. It would be the work of only a few moments to bring it to your cabin and fill it with water from the sea. It won’t be truly warm,” she said with a slight grimace. “But surely it is better than nothing.”
She caught her breath. After weeks on the ocean, growing increasingly grubby as the long slow days dragged by, a bath, even a cold one in seawater, seemed a blessing beyond price. “Do you think they w
