Had Molly any inklings of the guilt churning through Rena, she would have offered words of comfort. Or at least tried. But she didn’t know. She merely nodded her head, agreeing that it was good to know with a certainty she would not sink ships. It had given her the confidence to raid those of captains on friendlier terms with her fathers. Those days were some of her fondest memories.
But Molly was caught out of her reverie by Rena’s question. “This?” Molly looked down to see just what the woman meant. “I’m swimming – well, sort of. This is just treading water. As long as I pump my feet and move my arms like this,” she demonstrated, “I can keep my place and stay above the waves easily.” Hope built inside her. “There’s nothing to it really. You could manage it if you wanted.” Because really, that was it. It all hinged on whether Rena wanted to or not.