CHAPTER FOURThe yacht was running before the wind, and never, Jabina thought, had she believed it possible for there to be so much noise.
There was the crack of the wind in the sails, the rasp of the ropes, the cries of command, the running of feet overhead and the roar of the sea as the bow slipped through the green waves that splashed high over the sides of the yacht.
Jabina had never been to sea before and she had not known that it could be so exhilarating, so wildly exciting.
She had always imagined that ships with their high masts and full-bellied sails skimmed serene and steady over the water.
She had therefore been quite unprepared for the pitching and tossing she had endured when first The Sea Lion came out of the harbour at Berwick-on-Tweed and into the North Sea.
To her deli
