bluest she had ever seen, and she wondered if all Americans had eyes like his. âIt is very badâthe weather,â she said.
âYes. The glass is falling.â
Reisa grew confused. âThe glass? It has fallen?â
Carpenter smiled. âWe have an instrument that we call the glass. It tells us when thereâs going to be bad weather. So when we say âthe glass is falling,â we simply mean thereâs a blow coming on.â Reisa hung on to the rail as the ship rose, heeled over, and then rolled to the other direction. âWe will not zink?â she asked.
âWe never have,â Carpenter replied, âand itâs called sink , not zink .â He looked out at the sea and the sky, and a worried expression swept across his lean young face. âI hope we donât. Iâd hate to die. My parents were religious, but Iâm not.â He turned to face her fully, and his eyes were troubled. âIâm in no shape to meet God.â
Reisa did not know what to say to this, and finally she said, âI pray that we will not sinkâand that you will find God.â
âThank you, Miss Dimitri. Thatâs a kind thought. Youâd better go below. Itâs going to get worse, and youâll get soaked. I think weâll probably take on some water.â
âTake on some water? What means that?â
âThat means when the waves get high enough theyâll break across the deck, and theyâll go down through those openings. In very bad weather, water will come down below.â
Reisa was alarmed. âWater will come down where we are?â
âYes. Itâll be very uncomfortable.â Carpenter nodded. âBut donât worry. Itâll drain down below the deck where you are, and the sailors will pump it out.â
âWhat is âpump it outâ mean?â
âIt means we have aââ He struggled for the word. âWe have a thing that will take the water out of the ship and put it back in the ocean. That way we will not sink as long as the pumps work.â
Reisa nodded, understanding little of this. âI will go see to my grandfather.â
She left Carpenter, who turned and went back toward the stern.
When she reached her grandfather, she sat down beside him. âIt is going to be a storm,â she said in English.
Jacob was not as good at the new language as she was and had not picked up much English. âVery bad storm?â he said.
âOne of the mens who drive the ship tells me that it will be. He was very nice.â She repeated her conversation, and then said, âHe told me he was not ready to meet God.â
âMost people are not,â Jacob said heavily.
âThere are Christians on this ship going to America. They are going to make a new village or something like that.â
âSo, it is not Jews only who flee for their lives but Christians also,â Jacob mused. âThat is strange.â He looked at her, and in the darkness illuminated only by a few lanterns, her face seemed to glow. âDid you talk to any of them?â
âNo. But they sang a song.â She repeated as many of the words as she could. âThey sang very well,â she said. âThey did not seem to be afraid.â
Jacob leaned his head back against the wooden bulkhead and closed his eyes. âNo man is so old that he thinks he may live another year,â he said. âPeople always get religious when danger threatens. Someone said if the devil got sick, he would become religious himself.â He continued to speak softly, and, as always, Reisa listened. His voice was quiet, and he showed no alarm as the ship pitched even more strongly, wallowing so wildly at times that the possessions of the passengers shifted and had to be replaced. âThere is no way of knowing the time of oneâs death, my Reisa. So the secret,â he murmured, âis to be ready at all