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Everyday she took time to read to the other passengers from the books she had brought with her in her trunk. They all seemed to enjoy her stories; especially some that she had written herself, Edward and Henry were helpful too. They would act out some parts of the stories while making the sound affects, which made the stories, come right to life. Late at night she would pull out her diary while sitting under the moonlight on the main deck, making notes of her day that included, anyone she had spoken to or helped and everything she had seen.

Major Marsh was surprised when he saw how well she had taken on the task of being nursemaid to the seasick passengers. She had been nothing like he expected from the moment he had saw her coming in that small boat to the ship, with her fancy plumed hat and dark green gown. She had looked like a queen, who didn’t know the meaning of work, but instead she had proved to be quite the opposite. Even Edward and Henry had commented on what a diligent worker she was and seemed to be quite taken with her.

He started helping again on the second day, as his head injury improved, and he worked side by side with Anna, never speaking of that first day again. It was actually a very pleasant time, even though so many had been ill. He thought it had helped the group to come together as a family and get to know one another.

Robert was on the main deck leaning on the side rail looking out at the ocean when Anna walked up. “Good Morning Robert.” She said in that soft angelic tone he had come to love.

He turned and smiled, “And Good Morning to you my lady. It’s beautiful out today, don’t you think?” As he spoke he leaned back on the side rail.