( THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ) - [ CHAPTER 46 ] - { PT. 8 }


 { PT.  8 } - THE MESS HALL WAS still a party, too many merry men making too much noise. What was at first a wonderful surprise had suddenly turned into a rowdy affair. Kristoff saw Angelica enter the room and walked to the head table. He downed his whisky while his hungry gaze followed her every movement. Two drunk and blithesome crewman unintentionally strolled into his line of sight. He rose from his seat and bulldozed them aside, making his way towards her. Have you lost something? His hot breath steamed the side of her face, and the waft of whisky unsettled her stomach. She turned to find him inches from her. His nebulous eyes protruded like a dead fish. No, it's fine. She visibly gulped, averted her eyes from his and headed straight for the door. She rushed back to her quarters, stealing glances behind her before stopping at Frya's door. The smell of vomit breezed towards her as she entered the cabin. Is there anything I can do? Kurush was markedly better, lying peacefully in bed, but his body was weak and wet with perspiration. I've given him an antiemetic, said Frya. We'll see how he is through the night and in the morning. Well, if you need anything, let me know. It seems that Christiano has lost his motion sickness pills. Will the antiemetic work for him? It does help to relieve nausea, but it does little to prevent motion sickness. I'm sorry, I have nothing else. Not to worry, we have a couple of packets on board, said the Captain. I'll fetch them for you. He left the room, leaving the two women alone. Are you okay? asked Frya. You look terrified. It's nothing. I'm sure. She pressed her hand against her chest. I'm just concerned that both Kurush and Christiano are unwell and there's this... What? This strange man praying me a lot of attention. You're a beautiful woman. He probably likes you that's all. Perhaps. It's just that everywhere I turn he seems to be there. Do you think the Cardinal could have found us? I don't think so.

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