Chapter ThreeLord Sheldon walked unsteadily to the Captain’s table in the Dining Saloon to find that he was the only passenger there. There were half-a-dozen men at other tables in the room, somewhat green about the gills and turning away most of the dishes the stewards offered to them, but the large Saloon was otherwise empty.
It was not surprising that there was such a sparse attendance seeing that the sea had been unprecedentedly rough since they had left England.
“There’s not much more the Orissa can do, my Lord except stand on her head!” the steward who called Lord Sheldon that morning had said.
Even as he spoke he had been flung across the cabin and only managed to retain his balance by holding on to the bed.
“I imagine most of the passengers are not enjoying the voyage,” Lord Sh
