Three weeks into the voyage, Mary leaned over the side of the ship while clinging to the railing with one hand and her rose colored bonnet with the other. Uriah stood ready to grab her arm. Fascinated, she watched the waves part at the bow and then lift high against the side of the three-masted square-rigger. So far, they had suffered only one small storm and this day yielded smooth, clear sailing.

"Mary, do you think you will ever tire of doing this?"

"Never! I find the rushing water exciting."

"But each day you watch the waves as though you see them for the first time."

Mary straightened up, parted her feet to brace herself, turned her back against the wind, and used both hands to retie her bonnet ribbons. "I do believe I love the sea. There is freedom in the wind and the water, we've not a Redcoat in sight and Lady Phillips does not ring her bell.

Uriah smiled, "And we are nearly half way to America?"

"Precisely. Never have I been so happy." She retook her favorite position and leaned out again to watch the waves.

"Mary, Caleb is quite concerned. His wife finds our sleeping quarters completely unacceptable."

"Elizabeth complains about everything, it means nothing."

"Yes, but Caleb fears she will stop loving him."

She finally stood up and turned to face him, "It is not the sleeping quarters. Elizabeth's discontent is with her husband."