“I’m going to be sick,” announced Vevi, lying down on the bunk.
Connie curled up beside her under the blanket. For a long while they kept very quiet, listening to the slap of the waves on the Adventurer’s hull.
“It’s hours since we started to drift,” Vevi whispered. “We must be way out in the ocean now.”
Connie arose and went to the porthole window. Looking out, she saw only an empty stretch of water.
Badly frightened, she moved across to the other side of the cabin. From this window she was relieved to be able to see the shore.
As she watched, the cruiser swung slightly, so that Connie saw a huge mound of piled up rocks. She knew that it marked one side of the harbor entrance.
Once the cruiser passed that point, it really would be out at sea.
“Where are we?” demanded Vevi, swinging her legs over the side of the bunk.
Before she could start across the cabin, she felt a hard jar as something struck the Adventurer amidship.
“Was that a log?” she gasped. “Or another boat?”