Great Wits Jump
The Library of Stories
"Ship astern, aft starboard," a voice echoed from aloft. "Three masts and runnin' full!"
“Come in, Isaac,” she whispered, slowly rising from the bunk, wrapping the wool blankets tight around her feverish body. She abhorred sailing. Avoided the subject at all costs. Now she found herself facing her worst fears—the ocean and a forced return trip to the once British Colonies of the Americas.