#Chapter71
It’s now been six days and I’m pretty much done with this boat. I’m done with the people, and the sea, and the silence, I’m going out of my mind. The others like to party every night, and even joining in, I can’t really get in the mood. I don’t drink much without him here; I don’t want to let my guard down and get in that state with no one to put me to bed. No one to watch over me. I smile sardonically at that.
Who knew the reason that I felt able to get that drunk and let go a little was because he was around? Ironic really.
The one thing he accused me of not being able to do and I did it because he was here.
