Chapter One: The Sounding of the Horn
It was shortly after luncheon—cold roast beef, curried mango, and a pale local beer that smelled faintly of bananas—when Lord Thornton, known to his intimates and long-suffering valet as “Ruffles,” declared the voyage must commence by horn.
We were gathered on the aft deck of Eurycleia, Ruffles’ newly refitted steam y…
