Special Cargo - Page 14 (Patreon)

Dulcinea sat beside her sister, who stunk like an old soldier early in the morning. Before this, She didn't realize how dirty they were after the hard day. Dulcinea hated to stink, but also, she was filthy, and the rough handling of enemy soldiers had destroyed her clothes. Luckily she got a shirt, pants, and shoes from mercenaries. The Sea air was fresh, but the smell of diesel and fish was strong in this small boat. Ahstad was far from the sea, and Dulcinea was not used to being on the boat. Luckily the sea was calm.

Doucette was following Solveig with her eyes. She didn't care if the boat was shaking with waves or not. The world was dizzy, and she felt like the boat was rocking slowly around. Doucette cursed silently. Whiskey had got her. Old alcoholic had managed to make her drink much more than she wanted. But it was pleasant to sit with the Captain and talk. So, naturally, she drank too much whiskey while talking but didn't realize that.

"Excuse me," Doucette started and pointed to Hadine.