Great, I groaned down in my pulled before I jumped up. Wrapping the blanket around me and did the awkward penguin walk to the bathroom-like area with my clothes under one arm. I muttered all the animal related curses I could think of as I heard People walk by, chuckling down the hall.
This scenario would once have been my dirty little dream, a fantasy enough to make my cheeks heat up at any moment. Dream scene where I'm trapped on a ship with only incredibly handsome and well-trained men. But I felt more like a version of Wendy from Peter Pan. An. An imaginary story where I had been tasked with the impossible mission of babysitting a handful of kids with a beard, bad humor, and over 2 meters tall. All that was missing was that I would be tasked to wash their dirty underwear and their
