"That's true," Amity said though she didn't have a clue where to start. She was good for flirtations, charming men, dancing at balls, judging people, checking out who were all at the Sanditon and gossiping with her girl friends. Despite her love for adventure, actually being stranded on an island or getting out of a fictional book was certainly not her expertise.

Amity's cheeks flushed as the man apologised for being barely clothed. She had been trying her best to not think about it and it had helped when the focus was on getting out of this place. "It's not your fault and this... dress if you can call it that ... seems torn in odd places."