Love...Maybe: The Must-Have Eshort Collection. Julia Williams

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СКАЧАТЬ off!’ he yelled. ‘This boat is full.’ He raised the oar as if to hit her again and Gerda quickly let go.

      ‘There are only two of us. We’ll hardly take any space. Please help.’ She looked up at the man’s red, angry features then round at the other faces. Women turned away so as not to catch her eye.

      ‘You’ll find other boats over in that direction,’ one woman said, pointing back the way she had come. ‘We can’t risk you capsizing or sinking us.’

      At least she sounded sympathetic, so Gerda swam round and held onto the edge of the boat alongside her. ‘Oh please reconsider,’ she begged, then howled in pain as the oar came down on her knuckles again.

      ‘Get out of here! Away!’ the man shooed, as if she were an irritating stray dog.

      Gerda turned to Jack, surprised he hadn’t joined the argument or at the very least remonstrated with the man who had hurt her. His face was white, his eyes staring and his breath coming in quick short pants. His whole body was shaking convulsively and she realised he was showing signs of hypothermia. Her father had taught her to recognise such things.

      ‘My fiancé is dying. Does that mean nothing to you?’

      ‘Over there,’ a woman pointed. ‘I can see a boat that’s only half-full. I’m sure you’ll make it if you hurry. Good luck to you.’

      Gerda looked in the direction she indicated and saw the silhouette of a boat. There was no arguing with these people, not with a man who was capable of hitting her with an oar. ‘Come, Jack,’ she said. ‘We’re not wanted here.’

      As she began to swim off, Jack lost his grip on the life jacket and slid beneath the water. Instantly Gerda grabbed hold of him, pulling his head up. His hands were blue and swollen from the cold so she rubbed them to try and bring back some circulation. If only there was a way for her to take off the life jacket and tie it on him. Why hadn’t she insisted on doing that earlier? Now he had no strength left and would sink to the bottom if she let go for a moment. She would have to hold him with one arm and swim with the other.

      Fierce anger with the people on the lifeboat gave her renewed strength. She turned Jack onto his back and slipped her left forearm under his chin, just as her father had once demonstrated, then she began to swim towards the boat with her right, using her legs to propel them. After a while she swapped over. Jack’s eyes were wide and staring, so at least he hadn’t lost consciousness; that would be the next stage. Strange that he had succumbed before her; perhaps it was because she had more flesh on her, Jack being very lean. She knew she had to keep moving, to keep her wits about her. Her limbs felt numb, but she hadn’t started the convulsive shaking yet.

      Around her, it seemed more bodies were dead than alive. Some folk had drowned because they’d put their lifejackets on the wrong way and they bobbed along with their heads beneath the water. Those who floated face up had bewildered expressions, as if in their final moments they had been puzzled by their fate. There was a surprising number of children, their faces turned to the sky: had the Lusitania really carried so many youngsters? Gerda didn’t stop to check if they were dead. There was nothing she could do for anyone else. She couldn’t allow herself to help, couldn’t allow herself to feel fear or horror. She simply had to save Jack.

      The sunshine reflecting off the water was blinding and she kept losing sight of the lifeboat she was heading for. Her throat was raw from swallowing salt water and her limbs felt as if they were weighed down by sandbags. That happened when swimming in the cold as blood was diverted to your organs. How long had they been in the water? Why was it taking so long to send rescue ships when they had surely been seen from the Irish coast? It had looked just ten or twelve miles away: too far to swim in the cold water, but no distance at all for a boat to cover.

      There was a current now, pulling her slightly off course. She shifted Jack around, managing to kiss his forehead as she struck out with her right arm, kicking her legs wildly.

      I will not lose him, she pledged, gritting her teeth. I WILL NOT. I WILL NOT.

      Suddenly there was a lifeboat right in front and faces were peering over the edge.

      ‘Help us,’ she pleaded. ‘My fiancé can’t last much longer.’

      There was a pause while they talked amongst themselves, then a lady replied: ‘We’ll take you, my dear, but there’s no room for men. Surely your fiancé can fend for himself?’

      ‘He can’t stay afloat. I’m the only one with a life jacket.’

      ‘I’m sorry, we can’t take you both.’

      Gerda scanned the sea around them: there were no other lifeboats in sight. She looked into Jack’s face and knew he didn’t have long to live if he stayed in the water.

      ‘My name is Gerda Nielsen,’ she said forcefully, grabbing the side of the lifeboat. ‘I am twenty-nine years old and I’ve never had a husband. On the ship last night this man, Jack Welsh, proposed marriage to me, and I accepted. I love him and I must be married to him. I will not let him die.’ Her words were slurred because her tongue was swollen and her jaw frozen, but there was no doubting her passion.

      She continued: ‘Jack gave his life jacket to a lady who did not have one, then he leapt into the water to be with me, even though he is not a strong swimmer. He is a good man and right now he is alive, but unless I get him onto your boat within the next few minutes he will perish. You must help me. Someone – anyone – give me a hand.’

      It seemed to take ages but it must only have been a few seconds later when she felt her fingers enclosed in a man’s grip.

      ‘Give me yer man’s arm,’ he said, his accent rough. Someone else helped, and they dragged Jack on board with difficulty then reached down to haul her up, scraping her bare legs on the side. Her shoes and stockings had long since floated off.

      ‘Thank you,’ she whispered, moved beyond measure. ‘God bless you.’

      She removed the bulky life jacket and threw it overboard then huddled up with Jack in a space in the stern. She wrapped her body around him, cradling his head next to her own, breathing her warm breath across his face, rubbing his back and his arms. She could feel his heart still beating; there was a weak pulse in his neck, a tiny twitch, but his eyes were closed and his breathing shallow.

      Seabirds squawked above but otherwise it was quiet. No one on the lifeboat spoke, all of them lost in a trance of shock and cold. Gerda couldn’t bear to look out at the debris in the water, at the bodies of all the folk who hadn’t made it. She concentrated on trying to transmit the warmth from her blood into Jack’s core. Her fingers and toes throbbed and her throat hurt but she knew she would survive. Please, God, let Jack make it. On board the ship she had worried that he was the strong one, he was the clever one, and she’d feared he would realise she wasn’t such a good catch. But it turned out she wasn’t useless after all. Please God. Please.

      She had no sense of time – how long she had been in the water, how long in the boat – but the sun had begun to lower in the skies when they heard the unmistakable sound of a ship’s horn. Gerda raised her head and looked over the edge to see a fishing boat approaching fast. Sailors were waving at them.

      She bent and kissed Jack full on the mouth, whispered in his ear: ‘We’ve made it, dear. We’re safe.’

      His eyelids flickered and his lips moved. СКАЧАТЬ