THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA

  { 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 peacefu...