Chapter 18, part 1

I ran crying to my room with my arms crossed on my chest.

Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone. They probably would all be busy with something. I didn't want to see anyone, especially in the situation I was in.

I entered the room, closing the door loudly, and fell face down on the bed, weeping heartily. How can I stand such shame? How will I look at him ever again?

Alma hadn't yet removed the splint. But she was free from bed restraint and could now go where she wanted using crutches. Her condition still needed attention.

"What happened Serena? Why are you crying?" I heard Brielle telling me, but I couldn't answer her as my sobs getting harder.

"Oh, my God! Something terrible must have happened!" Brielle's voice sounded upset.

She came, sat next to me, and started stroking my head.

"Please talk to me. Don't keep me in suspense. I'm starting to get scared," Brielle told me, and I jumped up. Brielle got up abruptly and took a few steps back. "What happened to you?" she asked, grabbing her stomach. Fortunately, she had overcome nausea. From time to time, she had some minor inconveniences that would go away in a few days.

I stood in front of her. "What do you see?" I asked her.

"Your snouts running." She told me and smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "Look a little lower," I told her, and Brielle looked down my shirt.

"You get wet," she commented and then grabbed her forehead. "I don't get it. Are you crying because you got wet? And you scared me for that reason?"

I looked and noticed that the shirt was not stuck to my chest now. Probably from my movements. I pushed it and glued it as it was.

"Look again," I told her, and Brielle looked at me. Her eyes widened for a moment.

"Y….your ... breasts," She stammered.

"And do you know who saw me like that? The captain!" I informed her.

She looked at me in astonishment. "The captain?!"

"Yes. Do you understand now why I cry? Such a shame? How will I face him again, can you tell me? "

And tears started running down my cheeks again.

"Wait a moment. I want to revise the situation again. Let me see you again," she told me, and I turned to her.

"Now that I am calmed down, I think we were both exaggerated. Things are not that tragic. It is not exposed your whole breasts, just a little from the left one and half from the right one up including your nip…"

"STOP TALKING!!" I shouted and grabbed my head in despair. "I am not going to get out of here again. Tell them I'm sick to death, no, tell them that I'm already dead and you threw my corpse into the sea. Yes, tell them that."

I was walking back and forth in the room full of tension and panic, and Brielle was forced to sit on her bed, leaning her back against the wall.

"You are crazy if you think I would ever say such a thing. Come on, please! After all, I'm sure the captain would have seen breasts before, it would not be his first time. I don't think it would make any sense to him after so many he has seen, and who knows what else he could have done with them." She told me and raised her eyebrow as well as one side of her lips in a teasing mockery.

She may have been in the mood to lighten the climate a little by turning the event into an insignificant funny incident to make me feel better and get over it, but I couldn't forget it just like that.

I closed my ears with my hands. "Stop your mouth at last! Don't you understand that you are making things worse?" I shouted at her feeling a bite in my heart, thinking of the captain with other women doing… things together. But why? Usually, it shouldn't bother me. I shouldn't feel that way when I am near him. With Lucas, I never felt all these feelings when I was close to the captain.

I don't know what was happening to me. It has never happened to me before, especially with someone, I would never see again in my life in a few days. I am the one who would stay empty inside me, with nothing left when I would leave the ship. I would remain alone with my memories.

Why did this happen to me?

"Okay, I'm stopping. But answer me something please. What were you doing that gets you wet, and the captain was there too? As you told me, you are alone when you clean his cabin."

I stopped dead, and I turned my head abruptly towards her. She was correct; I hadn't had time to tell her that the captain had asked for my help to take his bath.

"But I wasn't cleaning his cabin."

"You wasn't. Then what?" she asked me, raising her eyebrows.

"The captain himself."

She rolled her eyes. "The captain himself?"

"Yes," I answered her and explained to her about his injury and the help he had asked me for.

"So, that's the way of it!" she said, raising her eyebrow. "And tell me something else, because I want to get a more comprehensive view and I promise not to talk about it again. What was the captain's exact reaction to the… sight anyway?"

I looked at her thoughtfully. "Give me some time to think about it. I clearly remember him looking at my breasts, besides that's why I also looked of what he was staring, hmm… but before that, now I think about it, he had turned his head to the other side, he apologized to me for his behavior and he allowed me to leave his cabin."

Brielle smiled. "That means for somebody to be a real gentleman. Well done to the captain!" She said and got out of bed. She approached the cart and opened one of the bundles.

"There, get a dry shirt to wear and take off the wet one," she told me softly, giving me the dry shirt.

I changed and hung the wet shirt on a rope to get dry.

I still couldn't believe what had happened. It didn't fit in my mind.

How did I get it like that?

So I had to deliver him his food in a few hours? No, no, that was impossible; I would rather die.

And suddenly, an idea came to me that would solve the problem so that something similar wouldn't happen again in the future.