The Ravishing of Constance Ch 10
The day was hot and calm, the sea like a mirror. Constance dozed on the narrow cot, her skin beaded with perspiration. A lethargy held sway on board the Ricarda. The crewmen were cross and out of sorts, uninterested in doing their work. The officers bickered among themselves. In the galley, Greta and Daisy were snapping irritably at one another as they went about preparing the evening meal. Constance was dimly aware of this, hearing it without paying any of it much heed. She couldn’t fully...