Naiya
When we reach Portugal’s coast, I am at the top of the mast, wanting to see the land before everyone else. The port looks quite busy, with boats coming in and out. There are plenty of lights, considering the high hours of the night. The smell of fish already reaches my nose.
“Come down from there, Naiya” I hear Dante’s voice. I had told him my name shortly after the storm passed. It’s been a couple of hours since they’ve rescued me. “Wouldn’t want you to fall again, angel”
Again, he keeps teasing and flirting with me. I can’t help but feel uncomfortable at this. I don’t know why, but the way he has of calling me reminds me of Duncan.
Somehow, thinking of Duncan makes me feel even more uncomfortable. I haven’t seen him since before all this mess started and that was ages ago.
