Jehan
“I have no idea how you women survive in these ridiculous garments,” I groan and pull irritated on the skirt. I am disguised as a woman to be able to go on deck without alarming anyone from the navy – should they be watching. “It is too tight, and it is hot.”
“But you look so pretty,” Francois winks at me.
“Dress or no dress, I am still capable of beating you into a pulp,” I warn him.
“Oh no,” Charlotte sighs. “Maynard is with the physician. I thought he would stay behind.”
“It will be fine,” I comfort her as we watch the rowboat coming closer. “The physician will still be alone with her and that is all we need.”
“I wish Zelia was conscious for this,” Charlotte whimpers. “She would have enjoyed this plan of yours.”
For lack of words, I just smile at Charlotte. There is nothing
