Three
The next day, there was a knock on the side of the hull, and the voice that accompanied it was not Jonas’s. Instead a woman called out, “Hello!”
Coming out of the cockpit, I looked left and right. There was no one.
“Hello?”
“Over here.” I peered down the side of the deck and found a young woman sitting on her knees on a paddleboard. “Sorry, mate, I’m not as good with the board as Jonas is.” She had a light Australian accent, a mess of brown curls pulled back into a ponytail, a sunburned nose, and a pair of sunglasses protecting her eyes.
“Mia, right? I’m Lila, from Eik. Eivind’s girlfriend.”
“Eivind?” I waved Lila in and she climbed up.
“Yes, Jonas’s brother. I’m here on a super-special international relations mission.” Lila wriggled her eyebrows.
“Oh?”
“Yes, can we borrow s
