Justine, Justine…
“Justine, Justine”, a quiet voice jolts me awake from just the otherside of the curtain. I’m cosy in my bunk, snuggled into my fluffysleeping bag, swaying gently with the motion of the yacht. It’s dark andcold outside, it’s 2am, but I must drag myself out of bed to go up ondeck for my 3-hour watch. …
