"Fay then," Desmond conceded, following her over to the railing, "I meant whichever you prefer, or both. I confess that my idea of a sailor doesn't look like, well, you."
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He gave her a sidelong glance. She reminded Desmond of the women in the plays he read as a boy. She was ethereally beautiful, like some benevolent fairy. Except the only thing fragile about her was her sense of decorum.
It was then that he realized he had been at the railing for some time now without getting a cold shiver run down his back. It was a welcome revelation.
"Anything you can share with me about the sea I would be grateful for, Fay." His red eyes scanning the horizon. "I've much to learn still."
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He gave her a sidelong glance. She reminded Desmond of the women in the plays he read as a boy. She was ethereally beautiful, like some benevolent fairy. Except the only thing fragile about her was her sense of decorum.
It was then that he realized he had been at the railing for some time now without getting a cold shiver run down his back. It was a welcome revelation.
"Anything you can share with me about the sea I would be grateful for, Fay." His red eyes scanning the horizon. "I've much to learn still."
