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“Grown folks’ business.” Her aunt teases her, but then she fills her in on the Instagram comment thing. Sparrow joins in and laughs along with us.
The captain comes up to us and removes his hat; he’s a salt and pepper type of man with his olive glistening skin and a perfect smile attached to that Greek accent. He asks us if we’re ready for some lunch since the staff can start setting it up on the other side of the yacht.
“Yes, Captain.” We all answer in unison as if he’s short circuited our brains or something.
“Alright, I‘ll personally come back and tell you when everything is ready. Enjoy the sun, ladies.”
“Okay, Captain.” We do it again.
The men stop what they’re doing at the same time and each of them don’t even realize it but they have what we’ve coined as the Cambridge male glare. One that says they’re not putting up with this shit and the audacity of it all.
“Yes, Captain,” Rowe mocks us.
“Okay, Captain…” Both Whit and Walt mock us as well.
I crack and snicker because they’re all so serious. The laughing is once again infectious. I am having the best time of my life.
