"Ultimately, she realised her days of concealment were over. Nothing and no one could stop her now....the triumph that existed on her face in that moment, like that of a captain who had just weathered her ship brilliantly so as to outmanoeuvre her pursuers. Astern of her as she looked back over the Taffrail lay the daft, the destitute, the dispossessed - and those soon to drown.”