Fourteen
At eight o’clock we gathered on the aft deck of Themis. The sun was somewhere behind Marjan Hill, but the sky still had a rosy glow.
Despite the no-dress-code policy, we were all wearing our best clothes: collared shirts, short dresses, strappy sandals. When I climbed out of the stairwell, several of the crew wolf-whistled.
I was wearing a floral flowing dress that Cat had helped me pick out. My shoulders were bare, my long hair down in loose waves, and I’d put on light makeup. Getting ready in the master cabin had been fun, taking advantage of the huge mirrors and vanities and sharing compliments and beauty products. My own had been thinned out when I moved aboard Eik—sharing a small cabin between two women left little room for nonessentials.
My eyes immediately found Seb. He
