Isabel sat on the window ledge in her cabin, gazing out over the brilliant ribbons of crimson, peach, and violet adorning the sky as the sun sank past the line of dark blue sea. With each passing day, they drew closer to Frederick, and with each passing day, her hopes rose a little more.
As promised, the captain had sent a tub of hot water, and after discarding her bloodstained gown, she'd washed and donned a fresh one. Afterward, Isabel had tried to lie down and rest. Yet despite the miracle of the morning, a heavy despondency shrouded her. Grabbing her Bible, she'd flown to the window and opened it to find Proverbs 11:21. Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered. Her spirit had leapt within her as the quiet voice of God reassured her that Frederick would be saved.