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The routine of shipboard life had calmed her. She had never felt so relaxed in her life – nor so bored.
Jane ran up the companionway steps two at a time, and when she reached the monkey island, the deck around the ship’s single funnel, she was perspiring and breathing hard. She turned and ran back down. In London she swam three nights a week and was a keen rower on the Thames. There was a small gym for the crew on board the Penfold Son, but she had never been a gym junkie. She found them smelly, claustrophobic places, and the ship’s was no different.
There was very little of the cargo freighter’s deck that was accessible to her as a passenger. The ship was massive, but she was confined to walking around and around the superstructure. She was beginning to feel like a caged rat. There w
