the ship had left the harbour now and was well out to sea . the next morning was raining and cold . something roars in protest inside me . it had her name on the back-a version of it , anyway-and yesterday she had spent much more than she could afford to make her hair look like the hair of the woman in the picture . what have you gotten us into , billy ? what if i trip and break my leg ? when he recovered , his gaze swept past gan , out to a view only he could see . 