THE JOURNEY 

By Tessa Harvey

    The small children were lifted up to the larger boat. They looked back at the adults, the only lifeline they had now in their rapidly changing world. Their little faces were pale and anxious, but already Josie was being helped up, then it was Patrick's turn.
    When they reached the ship, he looked back but could see no bright scrap of orange in the turbulent waters, churning in a fresh storm. It was a miracle they were safe. Was their tiny life raft still afloat?
    On board were familiar faces. Soon they realised that while the original vessel was foundering, some of the passengers had perished but many were saved by the tireless efforts of "The Valiant."
    Josha and Jenna could see no-one they knew in the tumble of legs and bodies. It was bewildering, but soon order was restored and a four-berth cabin became their new temporary home. The crew kept them together.
    No-one was allowed on deck except for on-duty crew because of the new storm.
    The little family were well looked after - being able to wash, have clean clothes, food and drink.
    The Valiant was equipped as a hospital ship and had many supplies. War is coming was the widespread rumour.

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