Mr. Pew entered the ward room briefly, calling out that Captain Brand with some of his and the Lucy's left behind company would be arriving shortly. He did this as he opened a ledger retrieving a list of names of those not present when the Lucy had departed for St. Pierre.
Jenny hastily finished doing up her hair and came around the canvas. But before she had a moment to query him, the Ship's Master wiped the rain from his face, stifled a cough and exited back into the weather. She sighed and hastened to make sure none of her belongings were in sight. Satisfied with a glance around that everything was as it should be, she lit a second lamp expecting that several of the men may enter to discuss the search and whatever news needed to be shared. The heavy smell of the soot from the lamps wick conspired to tilt her constitution, which had been set on edge by the ships uneven motion. Jenny ran to the door, opened it and was met with a cool damp gust. She breathed deeply holding the edge of the door tightly against the wind. She closed her eyes and her stomach stilled. Lesson learned, Miss Ashcombe settled back inside with a glance to the windows aft, hoping for a hint that the storm would ease soon. She thought of Mr. Pew out there on the deck. Surely being soaked in the rain could be a danger for someone still recovering his particular illness. She said a small prayer that he would remain safe from further ills, adding intentions that the Captain and his men out on shore and those in the approaching boats would remain safe as well.
Jenny wondered at the fact that she had already begun to consider herself a part of their world and that of the few she had met most had accepted her so readily. This thought calmed her stomach further and she found comfort in it settling to close her eyes for a short time as she sat awaiting the visitors.