Ara woke up alone in their bed. She looked around. Emyr was standing by the porthole. He was using his binocular.
She stood quietly. She checked her body. Her clothes and underwear were intact. Emyr was really a gentleman.
"What is it?" she murmured in the silence.
"Huh! You're awake! Did I disturb you?" Emyr embraced her at once. He wrapped his arm around her waist. "I am looking at the full moon."
Ara glanced at the porthole. There were two moons. The real moon was reflected on the calm sea.
"The moon is extra-large tonight," she observed softly. "What time is it?"
"It's five to twelve."
"The witching hour?" Ara quipped uncertainly.
Emyr opened his mouth to reply but before he uttered the words, there was a big crash outside.
"Stay here, Ara! I'll investigate!"
But Ara did not
