The men took to the decks, what little remained of them, and they looked around for the comrades that had departed. They looked, but not a single man dared to raise his voice and ask where they were. There was a quiet understanding that passed between them in that. No one would say. No one would mention it. It was too weighty a thing to consider, and they had the future to grasp hold of.
On the prow of the ship, as Vol looked out alone, weighing up the experiences of recent days, and considering what he might do next, the smallest sliver of silver caught his eye. Penelope glided across the deck as quietly as a phantom. She said nothing, for there was nothing to say. She simply slid her hand on top of his. The warmth of her touch offered Vol just the slightest sense of surprise.
Chapter 2 – The Next Step
