Bastian woke up drenched in sweat, with something soft against his back.
He felt a familiar rocking lulling him into a state that no longer resembled a slumber and he felt the strongest urge to get up and walk out.
He was in a cabin of a ship, surrounded by women.
Amanda, Sharona, Rowena, Darling, Anasta, and…Sharona. And Tilda, too.
They all had tears in their eyes, but the love witch quickly dried hers.
"Sharona," Bastian said, overly excited and forgetting for a while that he was still a stab victim. He felt a sting in his back but still tried to get up.
The smile on his face only faded as he realized that no one was actively giving him tobacco.
Sharona smiled at Tilda, knowingly. They both looked like they shared some secrets between themselves and the ocean.
"You are alive. Is anyone else alive?"
The women shook their heads.
"Well, I am alive. And I would like to celebrate it with my pipe."
