I shake my head to free my thoughts from Hugh. Now that he’s proven himself to be someone who isn’t a team player, and who is clearly distracting me and sabotaging my mission for my sister, I can’t afford to waste any more time thinking about his eye colour.

After dinner, Vanessa teaches us a card game called Hook Line Sinker, where everyone places bets and takes card tricks. She keeps count of points on a massive notepad. Hugh picks it up quickly and I get into it too – soon me, Hugh, and Andrew are competing for top spot. Andrew wins and hoots with pleasure, getting up from his chair to do a victory dance that sends everyone into bouts of laughter.

When the game is over, everyone seems to scatter. Natalie claims the sea weather dries out her skin, so she heads downstairs to do a face mask. I’m not ready to be in a small cabin with Hugh, so I huddle on a towel on the platform by the hammock, and Pippa joins me for a glass of wine.

Andrew, Derek, Miguel, Hugh and Aaron are all chatting over beers on the benches near the captain’s chair. Every now and then I hear Andrew’s boisterous laugh and Hugh’s low chuckle. Goosebumps rise over my legs, but I don’t know if it’s the breeze off the ocean or the sound of Hugh’s voice on the wind. I have a big sweatshirt on, the only one I brought on the trip, and I pull it over my knees to keep the chill off. It’s my ex’s sweatshirt, from a small town in Michigan where he used to vacation with his family. I stole it after the first night we slept together and never gave it back. I’ve had it for so long I often forget it wasn’t originally mine.

Pippa asks me about Ohio, but I deflect. I haven’t perfected talking about Millie while calling her Andi yet, and I don’t want to try to lie, especially when I’m drinking wine. Instead, I ask Pippa about Andrew. She confesses they’ve been talking about getting engaged, and we chat about how they met and where they live. They’re moving in together soon, and Pippa’s nervous about sharing a bathroom.

‘Sometimes he’s in there for hours, I swear,’ she says, both of us collapsing into giggles. ‘Multiple times a day!’

Eventually, we grow uncomfortable reclining on the hard shell of the platform and we stand up, resting our palms on the railing and gazing out at the dark ocean. The moon is bright, and the sound of the waves is peaceful.

‘I love it out here,’ Pippa says, gesturing with her hands towards the ocean. Just then we hit a wave, and she fumbles, her plastic cup falling out of her hand and down towards the water.