Presley followed Estrella up the stairs and was surprised to find she really was on a ship. It wasn’t a yacht or a fancy rich person’s boat but an actual ship.
“What kind of boat is this?”
“Fishing trawler,” Estrella shrugged, “a big one.”
She looked around the deck and noted a lot of men working and she made a face. “Why am I dressed up for dinner?”
“You’re going to the captain’s quarters. Everyone else will eat in the main dining hall.” Estrella’s features took on a smug countenance, “you should wave.”
“To whom?” Presley frowned as she looked in the direction Estrella was staring. “s**t. Is that Odin?” she wanted to immediately run over to the man who was tied up to a post on the deck, but Estrella pulled her arm. “What on earth is he tied up for?”
“As an example of what happens wh
