He looked sternly at her front door, almost scared to knock. He banged as loud as possible before he could change his mind.The door opened, Charlotte ...stood there before him barefoot in a cream-off-the shoulder jumper and blue jeans.“Hello, Charlie.”“What the fuck do you want?”“Can I come in? Just for five minutes?”Charlotte went to slam the door; Alex stopped it with his foot.“Please, Charlotte. Five minutes.”“You've got three!”Charlotte reluctantly let Alex in.“I heard you and my sister were. I know you’re mad, I shouldn't ever forget.” The tears were fighting with me, but I didn't want to break down and cry. I shouldn't have worried him; I know he’s looking out for me. My whole body is shaking that I feel dizzy. “I don’t care about the excuse, I’m glad you’re okay but your ass is mine later!” “I know, I won’t even fight it. I deserve it. I’m sorry, AJ. I’m okay though, I promise.” I can hear him relax as he lets out a breath. Without even seeing him, I can see him run a hand. Mary Shelling served Charlotte’s mother, and was not enjoying her first trip at sea. Her first two days had kept her abed, sea sick and only the insistence of Charlotte’s mother that the girl rise and get to work had forced Mary from the pile of blankets that served as her bedding. ?If you say so my lady.? The maid swallowed and tried very hard to set aside her fears, not to mention her continuing illness. ?Your mother asks that you return to the cabin.? Charlotte glanced back. But it can get a little old.Due to the weather it was two and a half days to make Bluff. There was a five hour calm ... well ... as calm as the southern ocean gets. Regardless of the wind the swells never stop. The sea has a no break, no block run. There is nothing in the way ... all the way from where we are now. The sea running from the stern to the sea coming over the bow. It’s a continuous circle around the roaring forties. The swell never stops.JW baited up a couple of hooks with a quarter.