Chapter Seven
The crossing
By the time Nell reached the ferry slip, the tide had covered the painted line on the steps. The captain stood beside the empty boat with his coat open to the rain.
“I told your father I’d wait,” he said.
Nell looked across the channel. The house on the far bank had one lamp lit. It had been dark every other night this week.
“Then we go now,” she said, though she knew the last crossing was due before sundown.