Zelia
“I am warning you, Charlotte,” I scream at the top of my lungs as I stagger out of bed and nearly lose my footing. James is instantly next to me to help, but I brush him off in irritation. “Captain or not, you are still my little sister, and you cannot stop me. I will get off this ship.”
“Zelia, I will chain you to this bed, I swear,” Charlotte shouts back.
“What the bloody hell is going on in here?” Remy rushes into my cabin and looks at us with big eyes. “I could hear you from the crow’s nest.”
“She,” I point accusingly at Charlotte, “is delusional and thinks that she can stop me from disembarking my own ship at Santa Cruz.”
“Because you want to go to a tavern,” Charlotte argues. “You are not strong enough to visit such establishments. What if a fight breaks out and you are in
