The temperature was getting progressively lower as the Lusitania sailed into the cold currents of the mid Atlantic.
Not a single sane-minded passenger would defy the cold by strolling on deck. Yet, Amybeth had been wandering in the open air for hours now. The ocean wind had blown her cheeks to scarlet red. Every now and then, she would tear off a piece from the loaf of Irish soda bread which she held tightly against her chest, bring it to her mouth and chew at length.
From time to time, she would glance in the direction of the stern towards the long-gone coastline. This time, though, in addition to solely glancing back, she also stretched her neck and looked carefully at each of the scarce passengers on deck. For the first time in many a year, Amybeth was awaiting. She was awaiting just like she used to await for her father to return home on Christmas Day or for the flowers to blossom in the meadows after a harsh winter.
By the time it got dark she had finished eating the whole loaf of bread. It was so cold she could no longer feel her nose or her fingertips. After looking one last time at the deserted deck, she decided at last to head back to her cabin.
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Stars On The Atlantic
PovídkyA girl with a broken past searching for a place she can call home and a boy with a shattered dream who still holds its sharp debris firmly in his hands cross paths unexpectedly on one of the world's most prestigious ocean liners sailing towards an u...
