Jack landed hard on the deck. He lay still, momentarily stunned by the impact.
A wave of nausea hit him, as he tried to regain the use of his lungs. It was slow going.
He heard her approach. Deliberate steps. Light on her feet, never mind the occasional pitching of the ship.
He flipped onto his back, the better to breath, and her face now entered his field of vision. She shielded him from the sun and, though it probably wasn’t intentional, Jack was grateful.
She stood looking down at him for a beat. Then she Continue reading