Pirates

We left the bay and sailed in the common water between the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean sea. I leaned over the rail admiring the clear, shiny blue surface and Ezra joined me. "How long will it take to get there?" I wondered.

"About an hour and a half," she replied, handing me a white roll.

"What's this?"

"A cigarette," she stated with a grin.

"You're sure about that?" I denoted, raising an eyebrow. "Where did you get it in the first place?"

"Younis gave it to me. He said it was Arab tobacco. They roll their own cigarettes."

"Thank you. I learned not to smoke something a stranger gives me." I snatched it from her hand and threw it into the sea. "And you shouldn't either."

"Who are you? A priest?" she mocked, taking another one out of her pocket. "What's the worst it might contain? weed? It will never be enough to have an effect on me." Taking a matchstick, she lit the cigarette.

"Ezra, did you do drugs before?"