It was indeed Mr. Phips but he didn’t have a tray with him, he hastily walked into the room. ‘Good morning Mrs. Williams, we are being followed by...a ship of unknown origin, the captain has asked that all passengers remain in their cabins until it is determined what their intentions are. There are marauders here abouts and they attack ships steal their cargos and other valuables. Please stay here inside where you both will be safe, I will keep you informed as to what is happening.’ ‘Thank you. " Won't I feel differently about things? My life will change, won't it?"He caressed her cheek. "Life has a tendency to evolve from one day to the next. Sometimes it's so slow it's almost unnoticeable. Other times it's sudden. Sometimes it's imposed on us. Sometimes it's a choice. Whichever way it happens, life continues to evolve. Nothing stays the same forever."Elaine hugged him tightly. Her nerves were frazzled. She wanted to stop worrying. And she was grappling with the little self-control. " Angel was a little puzzled by the way her mother said that last part,but let it slide. She noticed that her parents had wine glasses bytheir plates, which was also a little unusual. Obviously, there wasgoing to be some kind of celebration. Her mother was tight lipped when Angel hinted that she'd like to knowwhat it was all about. Instead, she had Angel call her father downfor dinner. Angel was relieved to see her father dressed in the same casualclothes he had worn to drive her to and from. "Here, let me help," said the man, this time standing on the wing beside the cockpit. He was Spanish, John remembered, Miguel, he thought was his name. Another man appeared on the other side of him. Strong arms seized John and lifted him gently out of the cockpit. He couldn't move his limbs, had difficulty remembering where he was. "Hey!" he heard a shout, "we need help here, the Kiwi's hurt!" No, I'm fine..." he started to protest."Are you now? Then whose blood is that?" John Greenhaugh.