“So…” Hurley, the chief navigator, drawled as he leant towards his captain. “The Saguaroine? She’s a pretty one ain’t she?”
“She has a name. Use it,” Morgan retorted, looking up from his book to glare at him. “And I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh please,” the older man scoffed and took a gulp from his tankard. “It’s clear as day that you have a thing for her. Why else would you spend so much time with her?”
“She’s infuriating yet intelligent. The only reason I spend so much time with her is because she’s the only decent conversation partner apart from Maurice on this ship.”
“That stings, Captain,” Hurley pulled an exaggerated expression of hurt before laughing and wandering off to his group of friends.
Morgan watched him go with a slightly murderous expression on his face. “I can think of many things that’ll sting a lot more,” he muttered under his breath.
“He’s right, though.”
“Not you too, Maurice,” the young male groaned and slumped forward slightly.
Maurice chuckled and sat down. “You’re a lot like your father in that respect. He had a thing for women with sharp tongues and spines of steel as well.”
“Look, just because she’s intelligent and witty and can handle herself in a fight and doesn’t take shit from anyone and just so happens to be beautiful doesn’t mean I like Nenet.”
“You sure about that?”
“Ye-” Morgan cut himself to stare straight ahead with a blank look on his face as he went over what he had just said. He’d called her beautiful, hadn’t he?
“Oh. Oh god.”
“And the penny drops,” Maurice muttered.
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