Chapter Twelve
Finn took Tina back inside the cabin of the ship while the others continued to the kitchen.
“Why did it take so long to dock the ship after you moved us back out?” he asked, his voice low and tone urgent. “Is anything wrong?”
Tina sighed. “Where do I begin? Nothing is ‘wrong’ in so many words, but…”
“Have you been coping all right in here?” Finn said.
“Up to a point,” Tina said. She didn’t quite realise how much she had missed Finn and his steady judgement. Even if they also disagreed at times.
“Only a bit?”
“Things have been quite tense on board. We don’t have enough people to operate the ship safely, and people have been bickering.”
“Even more than aboard the Alethia?”
Tina chuckled, but the feeling of mirth soon died down. “I mean serious bickering. Not clowning
