Sharks?—
They had seen none since entering these waters. Besides, he was ready to take his chance, or to fight, if it came to the push.
Above all, his act must be made to appear an accident. Kitty, alone, should think as she pleased, being in a position to supply a possible motive; and, doubtless, her feelings would be heart-rending.
Jack nerved himself to bring this just punishment upon her obduracy and took up his position on the taffrail with his back to the sea.
His first act was to note whether Kitty, who was promenading the deck with a subaltern—called to active service—had any idea of his peril. She had always discouraged his sitting on the taffrail, saying that it "got on her nerves."
Kitty glanced towards him, and with an air of indifference continued promenading.
Jack's already sore heart was lacerated. Could there be any sharks about?
His friend and ally was to be seen idly lounging in the neighbourhood of a life-buoy suspended against the rails, further aft.
Just as he was about to let go, someone lounging up, remarked on his unhealthy pallor. "Feeling the motion of the vessel?" he asked Jack, who did not know what it was to feel sea-sick.
"Not in the least," said Jack wishing him to the devil.