Viola and Sebastian wake to another fiery sunrise. There is something magical to sunrises and sunsets on the open sea. Yet, this morning, their stomachs are full of dread. They had spent the previous day detouring from their original course, attempting to throw off any possible ships that the traitor that had been revealed the previous morning might have alerted to their whereabouts. Captain Shaw had told them before they had bunked that this day would be the tell-tale day. If they could manage to slip through the day without detection, they would probably had lost any pursuers. Under different circumstances, this whole situation might have been a comedy. Here they were, the children of a merchant, being pursued across the sea...how had they gotten themselves into this mess. A series
of errors (key - combine this with the word from yesterday's notes. If you need a mental prompt, I have used that word elsewhere in this opening passage) mixed with an equal dash of poor timing and "being at the wrong place at the right time".
Captain Shaw looks down at them from where he stands resolutely at the wheel.
Did he ever sleep? A cheery smile crosses his face, "Good morning, land-luvers!" He drags out the word in exaggeration. Several of his crew laugh, but it is all in good fun. "Let's see what's in store for us today, shall we?" With that he set to ordering his crew to their tasks of the day.
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