I tried to take Julian’s advice, trusting in Nicholas, and attempted to relax. By now, Julian had sat up, so I took the open seat next to him. Elva squeezed into the middle space between us.
Veronica soon came to join us. She was apologetic, it seemed none of the staff members on board had extra swimsuits. Though Veronica had convinced one of the camera crew to give up their t-shirts if we agreed to pay him one hundred dollars cash.
“Don’t worry,” Julian said again.
I looked back behind us where Nicholas stood. He wasn’t on the phone anymore. Instead, he was looking out over the ocean. His hair was windswept. He was wearing a wetsuit that clung to his every curve and muscle.
“I hope you know what you’re talking about,” Veronica said.
“I trust my overly-prepared brother to already ha
