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Robert went back up on the main deck and bayed his friends to come help. First he sent Edward to tell the Captain, then he tied a cloth about his face to help cover up the stench in the air, while he worked tirelessly with Edward and Henry helping the other passengers who were ill. They put water into a bucket that they drew up out of a rainwater barrel on the main deck, to offer water to the passengers or just dampened their foreheads. The job of dumping the chamber pots, he gave to Edward and told him it was his punishment for laughing at him earlier.

“Henry you take care of Miss Pemberton. I’ll leave her under your care, since she has attacked me already twice.” He informed his friend, making sure he said it loud enough for her and everyone else to hear.

The nerve of that dreadful man! She held his gaze for a moment. “I’m thrilled Major Marsh, since I was afraid you might fall and smother me while I lay here helpless, unable to take care of myself.” She flung back, with venom.

“Something tells me you are never helpless or unable to take care of yourself, Miss Pemberton. Even though someone should probably lock you up before you harm someone, but it won’t be me.” He muttered, with a strange smile on his lips.

“Roberto, me estas amenazando? Termita!” Her green eyes drilled threw him as she responded in Spanish, and he grinned.

“Oh yes, Miss Pemberton, I most certainly am threatening you, and if you don’t mind I’d prefer you not call me a termite.” He chuckled as he looked at her, which annoyed her even more.