“Nice storm, Sally. I never saw a better one. I’ll take over now.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant. Just send for me any time. Storms don’t mean much to me.”
“Lucky girl. Wish I was like that.”
Sally returned to her quarters, looked to Nancy’s comfort, then crept under the blankets.
It seemed to her that she had only just fallen asleep, when a sailor pounded on her door.
“Lieutenant Tobin’s busted two ribs,” he announced. “He got slammed against a stanchion. Lieutenant Riggs requests that you take over.”
“I’ll be there in no time.” Again she hurried into her clothes.
“I’m sorry, Sally.” Riggs seemed shaken by the very violence of the storm.
“That’s all right. I love it.” She managed a smile.
“Got to see that Tobin has proper care. Tried to get to the rail, well—you know why. A big wave slammed him hard. It’s terrible, this storm is. I’ll relieve you later.” Riggs went away. Sally settled back in her place.