Chapter 6

“Come on, you layabouts,” said the redcoat holding the gate. “I haven’t got all day.”

The men filed out of the cell and up the steps.

Jacob was about to put his foot on the bottom step when he heard one of the redcoats say, “You.”

He turned around and was relieved to see the redcoat was pointing to the man behind him.

“Wait down here for the bucket and mop.”

The men had to take it in turns to mop the cell. Jacob had done it three times so far. It wasn’t a difficult task. The worst of it was the fact the person doing it only got to spend a fraction of the time the others had above deck, in the sun. The job no-one wanted was emptying the toilet bucket. It took a deep breath and a strong stomach to complete that task without retching.