-= Tracy's POV =-
Why in god's name was I up already? I asked myself as I dragged my tired body and aching back behind Evan's as he guided the way to the branch office of the company that was hiring us for the next job. I knew why, but I protested, at least mentally, at how early it had to be done. By the time we were away from the harbor area and about seven blocks inland, my disposition had improved.
One reason being that Captain Norton fed me. I think they were called empanadas; we had two each. Then there were the sights and smells of this new place. By the time Captain Norton stopped to go into a building, I was ready to keep walking a
-= Evan's POV=-
I was standing next to the wheel when I watched Tracy as he swung, with all his might, one of the anchoring ropes to a dock worker on the other side. More things went through my mind at that moment than I remember ever happening before.
Would he really be happy staying on board? With me? How was he able to love me? Do I love him? I don't know if I loved anyone but my parents. I have friendships of varying degrees that have spanned years. I have earned the respect of my crew, and in turn, they have gained my loyalty.
But did I know what love was? Lust was easy. It was the driving force for men to do what they did. Lust for m
-=Tracy's POV=-
It was still early in the day, and I didn't expect to see anyone in the kitchen, other than Cook, but as I pushed the door open I realized that I was wrong about the time of the day entirely. Everyone was there having breakfast. They all turned and looked at me as I walked in, and I felt sweat as it broke out on the back of my neck.
"What?" I asked the room as I came to a standstill and looked around. They, as one, turned to look at Cook who had his back to the room as he scooped something onto a plate. I think.
"If you have any food in your cabin, I think you should go back and eat that now," Nathaniel told me in a quick w