Sir Percy Blakeney

The Daydream was sailing steadily away from France on the seas. The waves were huge, the sky gray, and the water so cold it was just below freezing in its winter state. Snow had fallen for the past few days, and the icy deck of the Daydream was unsteady, but not unsafe. Still, Percy knew that the French soldiers could very easily shoot down the boat from shore at this distance. "Faster." He said, holding Marguerite's frozen hands to his chest. "Faster." He shouted down to the captain quarters