Sir Shillingsworth joined him at the rail. They stood in silent companionship. In every one of their expeditions, there was a moment when all the world stilled and Pentam marvelled at how he was part of it.

"Be careful with Cal's heart, Son."

A chill ran down Pentam's spine.

"You saw?"

"We're on a ship." Sir Shillingsworth's lips bent into a faint smile. He wrapped his arm around Pentam's shoulder. "She's got good taste." He shook Pentam gently then wandered off ...