Elizabeth’s eyes asked again why he had to go. She held
their daughter in one arm and reflexively clutched the air with the other.
“Och, Lizzy. Yah know I have ta go.”
“Can’t yah find somefin else?”
George shook his head. He said something, but the deep
horn of The Day Star drowned out what
he said.
Lizzy looked up at the ship. The bow leered down at her.
Other crewmen walked up the long gangplank, heads bent. Like the condemned.
George turned and took a step towards the behemoth. Lizzy
suddenly seized him his arm with her free hand.
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