Sophie wakes on the Golden Duck
In the center of a boat, in a thin little berth, Sophie woke to find her glasses missing and one foot sockless. Her toes stretched and arched as she used them to pan back and forth across the floorboards, gently searching the vicinity. She found the sock first, balled up and rolling back and forth across the narrow floor as the boat swayed from side to side. She lifted it onto the bed and kept searching until finally, her left foot felt the thin wire frames which had become wedged under a piece of trim, and she stooped down to retrieve them and place them back onto her face.
The room came into focus. A small little pointed room, all made of wood, narrowing sharply at one end, and swooping gently upward in that direction. There were three windows on each side, small round little panes of glass, hardly big enough for a face to peer through, rimmed in bronze. Two of them hung open now, letting in the noise from outside, where the gulls were mewling all around the ship, as lucifer the crow cackled mercilessly at them from somewhere above - the top of the mast, Sophie bet, knowing lucifer.
The light looked to be midmorning already, and Henry was already up, probably doing something interesting without her. Sophie quickly pulled her dress on over her head, fumbled to get her arms in the right holes, and then climbed the ladder to the deck.