Jehan
I can hardly contain my excitement as Francois, and I get into the rowboat. We have spent the entire evening in taverns to gather information about the Santa Maria and it has paid off. But that is not the reason for my excitement. I keep on seeing Zelia laying on her bed, smiling at me and I am eager to get back to her.
“I am curious to know how Zelia’s meeting went with Remy and Charlotte,” Francois says as we row back. “I doubt that Charlotte would agree. She is adamant to stay by Zelia’s side.”
“Zelia said she will convince her,” I shrug. “I would rather know how you feel about it.”
“I am all for it,” he beams. “This is everything I ever asked for.”
“Let us hope your bride-to-be agrees,” I tease him as we embark on our ship.
It is late and except for the crew doing the night
