All the time the ship was swinging in the seas and as dusk fell Cordelia realised that the sea was rougher than it had been earlier in the day.
Now the seas were splashing over the sides soaking the wounded men in their spray and Cordelia was also wet through as she tended them.
She kept going back to Mark to release the tourniquet and the last time she had done so he was conscious.
“You should not – be doing this,” he said with difficulty.
“I am unhurt and so is Vella,” she answered. “If we tend the men now – we can save the lives of many of them.”
She did not tell him that she had spent much time bandaging men who had died before she could do anything more for them.
Where a man’s limb had been hit by a cannonball, it was dirty and remembering what her mother had told her Cordelia s
