Anneli was in awe of the gigantic ship that they climbed on. The long sable body glistened in the sunshine and sea spray and the bright red sails were curled up in the mast.
“This is the ship you got?” smirked Castor, “how discrete, it’s only father’s razor ship is only the shinny star of the armada.”
“Shut up Castor,” hissed Helen as she placed Anneli on the ground. “I have itching urge to throw you off the deck and let the sharks eat you.”
Castor rolled his eyes, “Well-” Anneli tugged on his sleeve and abruptly cut him off.
“Don’t Castor,” whispered Anneli, “you will only rile each other up more.” Castor looked at Anneli, and felt the clouds lift from his mind.
“Alright,” muttered Castor. He put his arm around Anneli’s shoulder and pulled him closer. He sighed again, “Hey Helen, I’m sorry for being a jerk.”
Helen turned and a giant smirk spread across his face. “What? Castor apologizing for being a smart-ass? It might rain today.”
They followed Helen inside the ship. The interior of the ship was dimly lit by yellow lamps periodically placed along narrow hallways made of crafted dark wood.
“Where are we going?” asked Castor, getting lost in the maze of hallways.
“I am taking you to your room, after that I am going to talk to the captain and tell him to take us back. He is probably going to be really suspicious since I said that we will be here for a month.”
“What are you going to say?” asked Castor.
“I am not sure. I can say, ‘something went wrong,’ or ‘there is an emergency back home’ but he will definitely be very suspicious. That is why you need to hide in your room at least until we leave port. We don’t need the sailors protesting.”
“That,” remarked Helen pointing at a nondescript door, “that is your room. It is the only one that locks from the inside for some reason. Unfortunately there is only one bed.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“Alright but-” Helen looked at Castor, then Anneli, then back at Castor and then grimaced. “One second-” Helen grabbed Castor by the collar of his shirt, pulled him away from Anneli and then threw Castor against the wall.
“YOU BETTER NOT BE UP TO ANYTHING!” whispered Helen, with hiss of a venomous viper.
“What are you talking-”
“I SWEAR TO FIDIM IF YOU IN ANYWAY INAPPROPRIATE WITH INNOCENT ANNELI I WILL CUT OUT YOUR NIPPLES.”
“I WILL CUT YOU-” Helen whispered then shoved Castor again in his wounded shoulder and trudged down the hallway.
“Are you alright?” asked Anneli.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go wait in the room.”