For now, he walked up the gangway, stepping foot onto the Medusa, a feeling hitting him that he did belong here. Captain Minotaur might be on board, but he was a silent partner, one who no longer wielded power. A figurehead to create a mood. This place was Noah’s baby, as Ginette had stated. He felt confident, especially in this suit; he’d never worn something so expensive. He’d have to thank her for recommending him at Constantine’s, and at such short notice.
Soon enough he’d gone down the stairs and entered the main room of the lounge, finding himself, gratefully, alone. While the galley was in full action, the chef and his line cooks preparing the trays of appetizers for the guests, the bar area was quiet, he it’s lone occupant. He was glad for that; he wanted this moment to himself. S
