***Serena***
After another fortunate day of good winds we had arrived at our final destination of Port Olímpic in Barcelona.
"Well, those ribs were the best I've ever had," Chris says as we all walk back to the boats at half past eight after an early dinner.
We enter the marina and walk back to the boats. The rain clouds have dissipated and it's another clear night. With the full moon approaching it is reasonably bright outside tonight to the Lycan eye.
"Goodnight lads," I say with a silly salute as we all board our respective boats.
I hear James' phone chirp several times as we enter the cabin and we start removing our coats and shoes.
"Oh!" He says happily as he looks at his phone.
"Good news?" I ask as I hang my coat up in the cupboard. He gestures for me to wait a moment before
