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As it turned out, the winds were steady to the east and a week later the docks of Theresas previous musings were before her eyes.
Father leaned heavily on the balustrade beside her. As they neared land, he began to adjust to the rolling of the ship and believed himself to be on the way to recovery though he had dropped over 20 pounds. Not so, Sean. He was very shaky, staying on his feet by willpower alone, or so it seemed.
The docks swarmed and buzzed with activity as the ship berthed. Passengers aboard the Pacific Flyer felt the excitement over the imminent disembarking and even Sean perked up a bit.
As the Donovans made their way down the gang plank, Sean leaned heavily on Kate. Marcails hand was clenched in the material at the back of her sisters cloak in a hold that was not to be broken. They moved slowly and close together as Father scanned the docks for someone familiar. He was not disappointed when, before he could spot her, his sister Maureen called and rushed toward them.
Patrick, oh Patrick, was all she could say for at least five minutes as she embraced her younger brother. Likewise, Sean held his sister close in his arms for long minutes. At 46, she was five years Patricks senior. Her hair was a beautiful shade of gray, and her clothing was well-made and fit her plump figure perfectly. When her brother released her, Maureen wiped at her streaming face and moved to hug Theresa.
Oh, Theresa. Ive missed you so. How was the voyage? Oh this cant be Katie! Oh, my! And Sean, so tall for fourteen! Her words tumbled over each other as she embraced everyone again and again until she realized she had missed one child.
Marcail? Where is Marcail? Maureen caught Kaitlins smile over the question and smiled back in understanding.
Marcail, come out now, Mother spoke gently. Aunt Maureen is waiting to meet you.
The little girl obeyed with obvious reluctance, and Maureen watched as a miniature Theresa stepped from behind Kaitlin.
Oh my, Maureen breathed, shes a picture of Theresa. The tears that had ceased began again, and it was some minutes before Maureen could contain herself and tell everyone that her carriage was waiting to take them home.
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The sights of the docks were too much for the exhausted Donovan family to take in, so everyones eyes were trained upon Maureen Kents back as she broke a path through the fray.
They stepped around massive coils of rope and barrels stacked high. The air was cold and the sky threatened rain. Overhead, flocks of sea gulls made their presence known with the flap of wings and high-pitched cries.