GENRE: Historical Romance
Alice waited for the throng to diminish before gathering her skirts and setting foot on the narrow wooden gangway. She felt dizzy as the boards beneath her swayed with the movement of the ship. Her feet cramped, unused to the dainty leather boots she hadn't worn during the six week journey, and she stumbled. Gripping the handrail, she managed to keep herself from tumbling into the choppy sea below. Thank goodness! she thought. She did not wish to meet the man she was to marry looking like a drowned rat. She stepped off the wooden plank onto solid ground. After weeks at sea, it felt strange. She still had the sensation of movement, although she knew that to be impossible. The ground was firm and steady, not like the ship's decks that pitched and heaved with the slightest movement of the ocean.
A gentle rain fell from the heavy, grey sky and caught in her hair; she could see the light gleaming through the droplets that clung to the dark strands that escaped her hairpins. She stepped away from the ship and allowed other passengers to pass her as she scanned the dock, unsure what she was looking for. She had never met William Heller although she felt she knew him from the letters they had exchanged over the last year .
Her father had been so pleased when William asked for her hand, despite never having met the man. And unlikely he ever would, Alice thought with a rueful smile.