Aboard the Lucy
Thankful to be now inside, Jenny worked alone in the ward room. As the rain drummed on the deck above, she spread the new clothing as best as she was able in her small space. Hoping it would dry before the following evening. One of the men had made a loan of his coat on the crossing which spared her in part from the weather.
Miss Ashcombe went to the cabinet and poured a small drink to steady her nerves. Protocol be damned..She'd slipped and lost her footing causing Mr. Pew to have to grab her by both arms as she tried to step over the rail into the waist. Skirts and peticoats made the transition difficult, especially as the hem was soaked in sea water and caught around her foot. She'd also taken too large a step aboard in an attempt to compensate for the lurching of the ship.
But Mr. Pew did not tease her this time. He was all business and bluster seeing to the securing of ship and crew entrusted to him until the Captain returned.
Jenny wiped clean the glass, replaced it and sat in the chair behind the canvas where privacy would allow her to take her hair down and dry it as best as she could manage. The liquor warmed her and the ward room was a dry refuge which muffled the storm outside to a more pleasant sound and Jenny considered what her plight might be, running from town to town had the Captains not granted her refuge. She felt she must thank them again when it was appropriate.