I turned to wave to Squid as Captain Martin dragged me toward the galley.
“But I need to visit the privy,” I gasped, the movement of being pulled along jogging my full bladder.
“So do I.”
He stood me outside the blasted thing and made me wait whilst he took his own time emptying his bladder, with quite the production.Listening to another man’s gigantic stream hitting the porcelain whilst the pressure on your own organs increases is not amusing.
“I’m going to piss myself!”I complained.
“Go ahead.”
“Yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you?Christ almighty, the depravity of your soul, I swear to God—”
The door opened.
“But I want to watch if that’s going to happen,” he said with a smirk.
My eyes bugged out of my head, and my mouth hung open.“You bloody pervert.”
He grinned.“You do know me.”
“I thought I did,” I said weakly, pushing past him into the privy, then slamming the door on him.I let go of my stream, listening to his laughter outside the wooden door and turned my face up to heaven.
“Is there anything that man doesn’t find stirring?”I asked of God or whoever might be up there.“Never mind.Don’t answer that.”
I focused on the relief of pissing after holding my water so desperately and blithely wondered what filthy game we might play involving piss and endurance.Dear God, the man was turning me into a profane vessel for whatever he desired.There really was no hope.
I whistled a merry tune as I put myself to rights, washed my hands with the fancy soap, and dried them on the cloth.
Upon my exit, Dinesh held out his hand.“Breakfast, then?”
I put my hand in his.“Aye, that’d be grand.”
As we went down the steps and along the passage to the galley, we heard some strange, yet familiar, phrases.
“Take it from behind!What a trollop!”was spoken in a woman’s voice with a French accent.
Dinesh and I exchanged world-weary glances as we walked.
“The captain’s cock is a truncheon!”The words were spoken in an almost exact mimic of my own voice.
Captain Martin stopped walking, his expression going from one of merry ease to extremely cross in a matter of a moment.
I loosed my hand and kept going, pretending I hadn’t heard a thing.
But the captain stepped forward, grabbed the neck of my jacket and jerked me to a stop.
“I told you not to teach her that,” he seethed, his eyes lit with an angry flame that was not the one I liked to see there.
I took a breath.We’d been through this already.
“You did not say: Do not teach the bird to say that my cock is a truncheon.You didn’t.”
“Simon Bartholomew White.Are you honestly going to be that dense?”Some of the anger had flown, because he knew I was right.
“Maybe.”
He waited, holding tight to my jacket, probably thinking of ways to make me sorry.
