Chapter Twenty-Eight.
We had been sailing for two days, two long days and nights at breakneck speed with Aurella’s assistance, constantly filling the sails with strong gusts of winds. I hadn’t eaten much in those few days, keeping to myself in the Captain’s quarters, studying various books on what is to be expected of Spain, the mountain range, the people who inhabited it. Rebecca must have caught onto my eating habits since she came creeping into the room on the morning of the third day with a tray in hand. I was pacing the room, my eyes narrowed onto the old brown pages before me, absorbing the political history of the country that had been scribbled down in a messy, hard to read handwriting. I paused when I flipped the pages, my shoulders rolling back instinctively in the presence of someone else, making mys
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