Archie lay on his bunk. His stomach lurched with each swell of the Atlantic Ocean beneath. He peered out from under the duvet.

Agnes stood at the table, resplendent in her best dress and velvet gloves, preparing another gin.

‘Do you think you’ll make the ball later on?’ she asked.

Archie groaned. ‘No dear. You go ahead and have fun.’

The ship lurched again. The olive in Agnes’ drink flipped out of the glass into the air. The glass slid down the slanting table. The olive plopped back into it.

Agnes picked up the glass and took a long sip. ‘Honestly, Archie. I do wish you would toughen up. There’s still two weeks before we reach the Bahamas.’

Archie turned to face the wall and pulled the duvet over his head.

Agnes tutted, turned off the cabin light and left him in darkness. She stepped out of the cabin onto the deck.

Mr. Mulligan, that charming young American who was journeying alone, walked passed and tipped his hat to her. Agnes nodded and smiled in return.

Their anniversary cruise was shaping up to be better than Agnes could possibly have hoped for.

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