"The Pirates of Turtle Rock," by Richard Jennings
Jenny, too, fared better than many others.
An eighteen-foot coffin, built to precise specifications by an excellent craftsman, is as big and as seaworthy as an eighteen-foot sailboat, boats that tend to be swift, maneuverable, sleek, and secure.
When such a craft contains a seventeen-foot bejeweled Loggerhead turtle replica, it lies a little low in the water, but this makes it both more stable and easier for a shipwrecked sailor to clamber aboard.
A sail is handy, of course, and for this Jenny Snow had salvaged the starched white tablecloth from the table that Henry had prepared for the engagement announcement dinner, that unknown to Jenny, DevIlle had ordered prior to his presentation of her own gold locket.
She fixed the sail into place with a sharp splinter from the mizzenmast.
Soon, the sea breezes and currents carried her to a tiny island where, ironically, the vanquished race of Ugiri-Tom had once worshipped “the winged god of the sea.”