The bright sunlight outside the cabin slightly lifted the gloom in Nikita's heart.
On the deck, Harry, dressed in beach shorts, was gathering the sails. The blonde youth was helping him pull the ropes, while the burly man had once again hoisted himself on the mast.
"The captain said we're heading north." The female demon yelled at the two busy men.
"I see it!" Harry pointed to the green lantern at the stern of the ship. Nikita remembered when she boarded the ship, the lantern was flashing with blinding light. Now the light had gone out.
"Did the captain let you send a message, agreeing to let you board?" The blonde youth was pulling a thick rope, swinging in front of the female demon, his blood-red eyes narrowed, his tone threatening.
Nikita cautiously watched him, saying nothing.
"My name is Ryan, and I am the boatswain on this ship." The blonde youth pointed to his nose and threatened: "Since you're on the ship, you have to follow my commands."
