***James***
The sun hits my face through the little cabin windows. It is almost eight o'clock in the morning; only an hour before we are due to leave for our long voyage to Barcelona...provided the wind behaves as much as it has up until now.
I slide myself out of bed and head into the main cabin. I do my daily press ups, wondering if I should probably start increasing them, after the mermaid's ominous comment. I feel wide awake this morning, after we had a rather chilled out evening at a little restaurant, followed by a glorious ten hours of sleep.
I open the cupboard and get out a pack of bagels, a large, ripe avocado, a lime and then a pack of delicious looking smoked salmon from the fridge.
It is time to give this a shot; I am going to try making Serena one of her favourite breakfa
