She’d met people who impressed her, disgusted her and blessed her, but she was glad to help all of them.
The weather for the first part of the trip had offered fair skies, but not so for the latter.
“The winds have picked up out of the south. We’re fighting them at seventy miles an hour,” a loud voice echoed through her quarters in the early morning.
The vessel rolled and pitched. Word travelled fast that the ship was taking on water over the forward deck, and water was crashing against the portholes. People passed news around that men had secured the decks with ropes and chains to reduce stress and keep control as they worked to maintain their course.
“Remember the man talking about ships having to catch waves at an angle during ocean storms? That’s got to take a bit of know-how,” Ethel said to the woman beside her at breakfast.
“I know. I heard them too. One even talked about the risk of capsizing if the captain heads straight into the waves. Said he was afraid of breaking up the ship. We’ll know it if he chooses to take the waves broadside.”
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