Page 95 of Hidden Depths
Below deck...
Scott wandered into the galley, sniffing dramatically.
"I smell forgiveness."
Willow never looked up from the mixing bowl.
"You smell cinnamon."
"So... we're friends again?"
"I haven't decided."
Scott placed one hand over his heart.
"This uncertainty is emotionally exhausting."
Hazel walked in carrying fresh towels.
"You'll survive."
"I don't know..."
Scott sighed dramatically.
"I've suffered."
Hazel looked at Willow.
"Can we make him wash dishes?"
Willow smiled.
"Now there's an idea."
Frank chuckled into his coffee.
Rose shook her head.
"I haven't laughed this much in years."
Storm watched from the doorway.
For a moment...
Sea Whisper felt exactly the way Grandpa had intended.
A place where strangers became friends.
The feeling lasted less than ten minutes.
"Captain."
Calle's voice came through the radio.
Storm answered immediately.
"Go ahead."
