Darcy chuckled softly with her, feeling himself almost giddy with happiness. The moment was perfect, the whole trip had been perfect. He gazed at her, and then took another glance at the view for a moment.
“I have never been anywhere but England,” he said after a moment. Had he said that already? He wasn’t sure. “I should have liked to, but by the time I was old enough the war had started,” he added. The only sailings out of England now were the army. It hadn’t seemed worth donning a red coat to go and get shot overseas, and most of the men he knew who wore one had never seen a second of conflict more than him, staying on the home front instead.
“This has all become quite normal to you, I suppose? Slipping easily in and out of far off lands you should never have seen otherwise?”