just as she remembered it, although it seemed much smaller now that she was
older. No larger than a water closet, the addition on the backside of the
Captain’s Quarters that had been built for her was still there as though, after
all this time, it was waiting for her return.
served as a handle, Meredith pulled the half-sized door open and was dismayed
to find that there was no way she’d fit inside the small space. It was filled
to the brim with all manner of junk. Tackle boxes, rope, a crate filled with
empty bottles, and a pile of soiled linen; her ‘bedroom’ had been repurposed
into the ship’s dumping ground.
is my room. For
no reason that she could fully articulate, Meredith felt indignant. Even if it’s been more than ten years, it
was built for me and I’m taking it back! The irrational desire to re-stake
her claim on something that hadn’t been hers for a decade took over and she
grabbed the nearest thing to her and turned with purpose, ready to hoist a
crate filled with empty liquor bottles over the railing and into the water
below.
Laurent’s son grabbed hold of her arm before she could gain the height she
needed to throw the crate overboard.
jacket now, stood just behind him, almost as if staying out of her range. His
white shirt was nearly clean, though she could see where brownish grey stew coloured
the frills of his collar. Meredith felt only slightly guilty about her little
‘outburst’. He deserved it…he’s a jerk.
“you destroyed my room and I’m taking it back. It’s the only home I ever really
had.”
young Captain’s eyes. “That’s why it had a bed in there…I always thought it was
a dog house. Didn’t know why my dad would’ve wanted a dog aboard a ship, but he
was always doing all sorts of foolish things.”
arching a brow disdainfully in his direction. “Is that what you’re implying?”
hands going up in a defensive fashion. “No, of course not! My dad was always
winning strange sorts of stuff in poker tournaments. He was gambler.”
won in a card game, like some sort of…child slave?”
head, if that was possible, and his cheeks flushed. “Ah…no…I mean…you weren’t,
were you?”
aren’t a stray dog or a child slave,” the noble interjected in a no-nonsense
tone of voice, his grey eyes dark, “do you mind telling us who you are and what
you’re doing here?”
the bit of mushy carrot in his hair was so at odds with his expression.
Saegard. I fell in the water, got drenched, then walked here during the night.
I was cold, wet, and badly bruised…from my fall. No one was around on deck, so
I thought I would warm up inside. I took my clothes off to dry so I wouldn’t
catch a cold and I used the silks because they were all I could find. That’s
when I fell asleep. And I would have told you all of that, if you weren’t being
such a jerk!”


















