He took half of his cup of soup between struggling out of his wet-weather gear and finding clean, dry, warm clothing from the cupboard. Fearful of fever, he felt her forehead but it was cold. He got more and started another fire, warming his hands as the charcoal began to burn. The brazier had gone out the charcoal was all ashes. He went hand-over-hand from the cabin housing to the rail to get to the side and relieve himself - and it was indeed a relief. The air was chill and dank with fog, and the deck was littered with sea wrack. He tucked the fur about her firmly and staggered up the steps, throwing open the hatch. Kasia didn't move, but her face wasn't quite so white and her lips were no longer blue-tinged.
Trying not to groan as he forced abused muscles to work, he slid out from under Kasia and all but fell off the bunk. He could hear her timbers creaking as she answered the motion of the sea and then swung about on her tether. He dropped the anchor, saw the line run out, then the forward motion of the sloop stopped. aground, she said, gesturing to the bow.May be rocks anyway. It couldn't have been a long rest, but it had been enough for his resilient young body, and he poured soup into two cups, then put the water kettle back on. Sweetening was good to offset shock and cold. He had his answer and sucked at the burn while he poured water over the powdered klah, gave it a swirl, and then fumbled to open the sweetener jar. He nearly burned his finger, touching the top of the kettle to see if the water was hot enough to be useful.
He swung around to the bunk and rubbed her body as vigorously as he could to stimulate circulation. He'd heat the last of the fish stew they'd made - how long ago? He could hear teeth chattering, and realized that they were both doing it. Now he waited anxiously for the water to warm sufficiently for him to make klah. Sometime in the past he had filled the kettle with water for a meal which he had never had a chance to cook. Hot, must have hot, he mumbled, trying to make his frozen fingers cope with striking a match to the charcoal-filled brazier which did duty as cooker.
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