Chapter 10

The wind howled into my face, stinging my cheeks and making my eyes run.  The bow of the ferry churned the dark water into frothy foam, the wake surging past the metal sides in a constantly breaking wave.  Away from the path cut by the ferry the wind whipped the tops of wave crests into white spray, the foam breaking away here and there and streaking across the surface of the water.  Overhead seabirds circled and soared on the wind, their plaintive cries sounding out before being swallowed...