“Shivering slightly, we all moved together to form a close circle and hug one another tight.
The four of us were the only family we had left. Tommy, who’d been living on boats longer than any of us, started mumbling an old sailor’s prayer: “Though Death waits off the bow, we’ll not answer to him now.”
I hoped he was right.
But I had a funny feeling that Death might not take no for an answer.”