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We fall into his bed again, tangled limbs and raspy moans as he takes me and I straddle him as I take him.

As I’m resting on his chest and his fingers are tickling my spine he says with a voice so soft, “It’s Calder.”

“Huh?”

“My name.”

I rest on my arms on his chest so I can see his handsome face. “Calder?”

“Calder,” he confirms and I drag my body up his a couple of inches so I can kiss him again. He smiles against my lips.

“It’s nice to meet you Calder.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Rain.”

I squeal with a giggle when he rolls me over again and seats himself inside up to the hilt. We don’t fuck, we just stay joined until he has to get back to his duties.

It’s easy pretending everything is okay when you’re completely lost in a man who has the power, prowess, sexuality, intelligence and strength to consume you. Captain Calder of the Sea Whore consumes me. Consumes me.

He ensures I am in every single free moment of his days and he has no issues showing his affection. We spend very little time out of bed and my home goal gets further from my mind. Though there hasn’t yet been a chance for me to escape or call home, I’m not sure I’d try anymore if he gave me the chance.

Suddenly my past life seems to be the bigger chain than this life on the sea.

I’m taught to fish with a line and hook up a net. I’m taught how to tie a rope. I’m taught to find true north without a compass. We laugh together, drink together, dance together and eat together.

Geoffrey warmed up to me a couple of days ago though we’re not as close as we were but my time from him has made it so I’ve found other friends of my own. Larry being one of them who shares his secret stash of gin with nobody but me.

I’ve also learned a little about the speed of the ship which is measured in knots. Clunk tried to explain that you can tell the speed with a rope and a watch but I just couldn’t do that math.

Clunk has even warmed up to me a fraction now. I suppose he has to seeing as he’s stuck teaching me self-defence every day. Not that I’ll ever warm up to him.

It’s odd how even in the direst of times, your mind tricks you into thinking you need people to like you to be happy. I guess this is a situation that it can’t be helped. My days would be torturous if I had nobody to speak to.

We’ve been travelling non-stop for three days now and I can feel the weather starting to warm. So much so that I’ve been tying up Captain’s tops at the front, baring my midriff. Captain doesn’t approve but, in this heat, I’m not letting him say no to me. Besides, I can convince him with the promise of good things at night.

Good things I should be promising to another man.

I feel like another person out here, like I’ve body swapped with a sea wench and left my other self, back home.

If only that were the case.

Somebody cries, “LAND HO!”

I look up at the bridge but from this angle I can’t see him, then I run to the hull, straight to the very front, catching myself on the railings as I stare at the large island ahead.

I had stopped looking for land days ago, the sight of the flat line of the horizon only ever made me think of my own death, so I stopped upsetting myself and stayed away. So this has come at such an unexpected response.

It’s inhabited. I can see boats in the distance, small ones, sailboats of some sort, kayaks maybe. They’re too far for me to truly grasp the details with my eyes.

My hands grip the metal bars so tight as I stare ahead. Are we stopping? Am I going home? Did Niall finally release the information? Is Calder done with me now?

I turn away and then back. I’m terrified, my heart is hammering, my breathing shallower than the shores so far in the distance.

I wait and wait as the ship gets nearer and my hands ache brutally from my tight grip.

It feels like forever before we start to turn after reaching the edge of the shallows.

“ANCHORS AWAY!”

I bite my lip, excitement thrumming through my veins.

This could mean so many things. This could mean home.

Maybe I can steal a rowboat and get there. No… somebody would see me and I’d never beat them in that race.

“The captain is requesting your presence,” Clunk states and I turn to face him.

“Is he sending me away?”

He shakes his head and pulls a face. “Unfortunately, not.”

I flip him off and saunter past, tossing my braided hair behind my back as I go.

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