Now the plots unravell’d: I begin to have a knowledge of the visitant Kinsman that us’d to molest us.

The dreaded black frost, that penetrated into every part of ones body and the ship, that enveloped everything, spread a thick coating of ice on rigging, stays and all it embraced, running up the masts, surmounting the superstructure and even the very clothes we wore.

They stayed together during three dances, went out on to the terrace, explored wherever they were permitted to explore, paid two visits to the buffet, and enjoyed themselves much in the same way as if they had been school-children surreptitiously breaking loose from an assembly of grown-ups. The boy became volubly friendly and bubbling over with unexpected humour and high spirits.

Not because I hate my reflection or that I suffer from Eisoptrophobia. Mirrors see straight through my facade.