Three Days at Sea That Have Nothing to Do With Politics – Day 2

We last left me, drifting off to sleep thinking about typhoid and consumption, and sick English children in orphanages. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you can click HERE to catch up. 7:42am – I was roused from death-like sleep by a booming voice calling “I’m gonna need your help here!” Eyes flew open, desperate effort to assimilate why the ceiling was eight inches from my face, and where I was. Then a mental rewind of what I’d just heard from the deck. An urgent cry for help is not my preferred method of regaining consciousness on…