Though he still felt weak, Jack thought he was mending nicely.  He'd walked around the deck a few times, taking in the sea air, and chatted to a few of the other passengers.  Including a few attractive women, with whom he'd flirted, though he thought that none of them were as pretty as Becky.<br/><br/>How he was leaning over the rail, watching the ocean glide by below.  The sea looked like a frozen block, with some kind of foam, or icing, skittering about on its surface.  The ship really was huge, and to be aboard her gave him a feeling of security, no matter how rough the seas might get.<br/><br/>He glanced round and saw the skipper, all trim uniform and gold braid.  He was talking to one of the stewardesses, and - hold on!  He'd know that figure anywhere.  It was - could it be?  Yes!  It was Becky.  He noticed with amusement that she'd fixed her zip (or someone else had done it for her) with some complex arrangement of safety-pins.  It was kind of cute she'd had to do that - it made her not quite perfect, more approachable!<br/><br/>As he watched, she left the Captain, and was replaced by the girl called Virva.  He kind of felt sorry for Virva - she was a lovely, beautiful girl, and she always seemed to be in the queue behind Becky.<br/><br/>He looked back at the ocean, desperately wishing that Becky would come over and stand beside him.