Georgia had been given the only spare room available on the ship. Ironically, the one right next to the captain's cabin. It felt less like a guest room and more like a gilded cage.
She'd spent the entire morning holed up inside, the captain's voice echoing in her head like a drill sergeant on repeat. During their meeting after breakfast, Captain Nicholas had given her rules that she needed to follow if she wanted him to help her.
She could practically see him standing there, arms crossed, barking orders as he laid down the rules like commandments from Mount Olympus.
Captain Nicholas Knight's Eight Non-Negotiables:
No wandering—unless escorted.
No conversations—except with the captain, first mate, or chief steward.
Meals only in the galley—if accompanied by one of the three.
No eye contact—no gestures, no signals, zero interaction with the rest of the crew.
All requests go through the captain.
No one enters your room. Ever. Except me or Evelyn.
