″‘I’ll do better, Mary. I swear I will.’
Mary didn’t answer. She just looked at Father. Her eyes were sad as Granny’s used to be. Nat knew what she was thinking. ‘You’ve lost your last anchor to windward.‘”
“The anchors went down with a splash and the anchor chains roared out and then the ship swung to the tide and the wind as she settled at her mooring, moving listlessly as though she was sick of the sea but didn’t quite know how to settle down on this quiet bay.”