Something fierce and protective flared in her chest. Every day since school ended, he’d become less himself. First, he’d stopped cracking jokes. Then his wry smile became a rare event. Now he wasn’t even dreaming of going to sea anymore, even as she was growing into life aboard.
Three months had passed since she’d navigated the Californian through the Hen and Chickens shoal in the fog, earning the respect of Captain Papa and the whole crew. The triumph still sang in her blood. But saving the ship had been easy compared to convincing Perk to save himself from Marblehead.
“You spin backward all day.” Her voice echoed down the corridor and Perk wavered in his steady toe-heel shuffle before he caught his balance again. A sailor’s reflex, she noted.
The workers’s chattering stopped, flustering her for a moment as they turned in unison to stare at her intrusion. But this was too important to let herself be intimidated. She took a breath and forced herself to push through it. “Don’t you ever wonder what’s up ahead?”
When Perk turned, she saw him try to summon his old grin, but it died before it reached his eyes, leaving only a weary acknowledgment of her presence.
“Why, Ellen Prentiss. Come to inspect the working classes, have you?”