[ CHAPTER 45 ] - ( THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ) - { PT. 6 }


 { PT.  6 } - Beautiful, isn't it? Yes, it is, she responded politely and turned back to the scenery. Kristoff made a quick deck and narrowed the gap between them. Sensing his closeness, she turned to face him, swallowing the lump in her throat. The man smiled the dug his hand into his pocket. She gulped, feeling a crippling numbness swarm her body. Would you like some gum? he said, pulling out a packet of Spearmint gum. She relaxed and smiled. Yes, thank you. She took a stick. Can you see over there? He pointed. That's the direction of Greece. She followed the line of his pointed finger out to sea and was temporarily distracted removed a small dagger from his inside pocket. Keeping it hidden beneath his gilet, he drew closer still. The blade caught the flash of the sun. Angelica continued to face the ocean. How long have you been sailing? Kristoff could not reply, his face was a mass of contorted confusion. He looked down at his trembling hand, trying with all his strength to plunge the dagger into her flesh and end her life. Crewman! called the Captain. Kristoff shoved the knife back into his pocket and turned to the voice. Don't you have work to do? The man nodded with a defiant glint in his black eyes and sauntered off without a word. The Captain's gaze followed him with suspicion. Are you okay? he asked Angelica. Yes, he just offered me gum and showed me the way to Greece. I think he was a little taken with our Angelica, said Kurush. If he approaches you again tell him to leave you alone. I like to know my crew, but he was sprung upon me only last night, recommended by one of my longstanding crewmen who had a bad accident doing some DIY work at home.The man sounded half dead. Apparently, he may lose a limb... Anyway, I must be off.                                                                                  ________________________________________________________  

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