We sail in the Jules Verne

"Sir!" I heard the Christian's voice calling me. "Look! What do you think?" he asked anxiously.

It was a good question that I should answer. I thought I did not remember where I was, not recognizing the girl who was watching me: rosy cheeks and bright eyes of anger.

I jumped up and I froze, my eyes wide open. I felt the beating of her heart echoing in my head. I passed my tongue across my lips and I opened my mouth without answering. I looked again, to better take her in.

I stared at the stranger who stood before me on the stage. She seemed very tall with her high heels. The long thin dress, that hugged each curve, added to the illusion. The bodice, with her breasts enhancing the neckline, appeared to lengthen her neck. Her curls went down along her back. The peach-colored slightly fuchsia and shiny cloth harmonized perfectly with her beautiful ivory skin and the gray of her eyes. Alma was wonderful, I had to admit.