Author: Brandie

Brynne opened her eyes and found herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. She was lying down in a bed that was not hers, and she had a massive headache. When she turned her head to find out where she was, the room spun, and she closed her eyes to try to get it to stop. (more…)

At 11:00 P.M., lookouts Frederick Fleet and Reginald Lee were eagerly awaiting the end of their shift. It was freezing up in the crow’s nest, with the wind hitting the two men at 22 knots. Fleet brought a pair of binoculars to his eyes and peered out at the open sea ahead of them. (more…)

Brynne stalked into her stateroom, Carmen right behind her. “Don’t start, Carmen; I don’t need to hear it.” Brynne cut Carmen off before the other woman even had a chance to begin. “How could you do that to me?” (more…)

“You certainly are in a chipper mood this morning,” Carmen noted. She stood behind Brynne tying the strings on the latter’s corset. “Especially since I know that lacing the corset isn’t exactly your most cherished ritual of the day,” Carmen added. (more…)

The next morning, Brynne was up at the crack of dawn helping Andrews inspect the swimming pool. It was deserted except for Brynne and Andrews, who were working their way through the follow-up inspections they, along with all the other members of the Harland and Wolff team, would be performing for the duration of the trip. (more…)