“Sorry, I was such a wuss back there,” Shelly said as she sat on the floor beside me. The wreck of The Meridian Star had happened in the evening by the ship's clock, so after dinner, Brent dimmed the lights for us, and we distributed blankets so that everyone could rest and maybe get some sleep. We spread out across the entire space for privacy and comfort, and I chose a spot on the floor along one wall.
“How’s your leg doing?” I asked her.
