Zelia
“Wow, easy Captain,” Francois gets hold of me by my shoulders before I could storm right into him. “Is everything alright?”
“I know I said I am not going to kill him, but he is making it really hard not to,” I rant as I fight for control over my anger. “Will you please see to it that Jehan gets dressed and be on time for dinner?”
“I promise I will attend to him as soon as I am sure that you are fine,” Francois looks at me with concern.
“I have not been fine since I have met him,” I hiss and push past Francois to get to the deck. I need fresh air urgently.
The salty air soothes my mind and soul as I inhale deeply. I close my eyes and just concentrate on the sound of waves gently crashing against the ship.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Remy asks softly as he comes to stand next
