Isabel pried her eyes open. The Bible stared at her from the table next to her bed, and before her mind fully awoke to the grimness of her situation, a feeling of love surrounded her. God was with her. He would never leave her.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up. Her breasts ached, reminding her of Frederick, and instantly, terror swooped down, snatching away the momentary peace.

The ship lunged and nearly tossed her to the floor. Clinging to the bedpost, she stood and ...