Chapter Six“We are completely becalmed,” Wivina said, looking out through the porthole.
The lugger, with a great deal of tacking, had been moving slowly for nearly two hours, but now she had come to a standstill.
Nothing could be seen outside except a grey mist and there was not even a movement of the water against the sides of the ship.
“I don’t suppose we could swim home,” Richard said miserably.
He had grown more and more depressed as they moved away from the shores of England.
Wivina knew that his wrists were hurting him and the humiliation that he had suffered at the smugglers’ hands rankled so that he was in one of his most despondent moods.
At any other time she would have done her best to cheer him up, but now she felt so desperate herself that there was nothing she could do
