Crow awoke the next morning to find Genevieve absent. Although her scent remained upon her pillow, her body and dressing from the night before had been in absentia. Rising from the sheets, Crow collected his shirt before motioning to the main deck. Upon his exit, his crew began to erupt in applause from having heard the sounds of pleasure coming from both Genevieve and Crow. Blushing for a tick, the captain then moved below deck, his goal having been to find his wife; a title for a woman he was still unable to comprehend as having been his own. Managing to round the corner of the bathing room of the ship, Crow came to the sight of Genevieve entering a hot bath, the sight of her backside having been front and foremost in his gaze as he stood in awe of her figure.
“Thank you, Helene…” Gene
