Daphne Linda McMullen Seasickness overtook me on my first voyage, a pleasure-cruise to baptize the Queen’s new ship. I heaved over the side. My bile formed the shape of a mermaid’s tail on the water. A tall, bearded man in uniform offered me a handkerchief. I looked up; I caught my breath; my heart strings thrummed. The captain appeared at court that evening. I – like the other debutantes – had curtsied to the Queen in white satin, and, I, […]
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