Next time I'll leave a trail of bread crumbs, like Hansel and Gretel." she'd said their first day on board.
"How about lemon drops?" George had suggested.
Phoeble had giggled.
The hold was in the very front of the ship, past the mail sorting room and the cabins where the stoker and fireman stayed. Too bad, George thought, that there wasn't time to sneak in and see the escape ladders. Luckily there were two more days at sea.
George walked right through the doors of the first class baggage room and down a steep metal staircase that led to the hold. All around were crates and trunks and bags neatly stacked on shelves and lined up on the floor.
It took him a minute to figure out that everything was arranged in alphabetical order, by the owners, names, and a few minutes to find the BS. And there it was, a plain wooden crate stamped with the words.