Chapter 15
Frank headed below deck, past the lower stowage holds and along a walkway that ran alongside the crates in the lower ’tween decks. He came to a blue sign that labelled the decks alphabetically and looked for the mess hall where he could get a bite to eat. After negotiating another labyrinth of corridors and hatches, Frank came to a large room with several round tables, all immaculately laid out ready for the evening meal. A board on the wall displayed a menu which Frank studied before a cook’s mate walked past.
“Hello,” he chirped.
“Hi, I don’t suppose I can grab a snack, like a sandwich or something? I haven’t eaten for a while,” Frank asked politely.
“No problem. I can fix you something. What would you like?”
“Anything: ham, cheese, I’m not fussy.”
The cook nodded and di
