“Here’s one more couple. They’re still awful seasick,” explained the Captain, and Linda and Dot strained their necks to catch the first glimpse of these last people, just emerging from the cabin.
But their hopes were immediately dashed to the ground. The couple were elderly; their hair gray, their faces wrinkled.
“Maybe it’s a disguise,” whispered Dot, suspiciously.
The Captain shook his head.
“No. I know these people well. Cousins of mine, by the name of Rankin. Lived on Oahu all their lives.”
Linda heaved a deep sigh of disappointment.
“And you’re sure that’s positively all the passengers who sailed from Cape San Lucas?” she asked.
“All except a couple that docked at the island of Lanai. A planter who lives there part of every year—and often makes the trip. I know him well—have brought him across half a dozen times. He had a new bride with him this trip.”
“A new bride!” repeated Linda. “Did she look like me?”
The Captain regarded her closely.