Jane
I’m relieved to finally be back on the ship, speeding towards the Southern Isles as fast as the powerful ocean currents can take us. My stomach – on the other hand – is less than amused. Our time on land was no reprieve, and the moment we returned to the relentless swaying of the sea, I became as sick as before.
Despite my continued protests, Ethan put his foot down and insisted the medic administer her drugs. I was in tears before it was over, but Ethan held me as I cried myself to sleep, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear and promising it was better this way.
As soon as the soothing embrace of slumber took hold, I disappeared into the fog of my dreams, my tormented subconscious dragging me many years into the past– to a time when things were so much simpler.
After almost a yea
