"Believe me" Moriarty the patriot/Donten ni Warau

Travel by ship. Part 3.

The door to the deck was ajar, and the wind blowing from the sea fluttered the transparent curtains on the cabin windows, like the sails on an old English frigate. It was a warm morning. I was sitting in a rattan wicker chair and enjoying the good weather, listening to the distant cries of seagulls and the gentle sound of waves. The white shirt was unbuttoned by several buttons, and a playful breeze tickled the sensitive skin from time to time. In the quiet cabin, you can only hear the rustle of my pencil on a sheet of paper, sketching an architectural structure.

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Yes, this is exactly what I want" - as soon as the last words escaped from the lips of the blonde, they were immediately swallowed up by silence, occasionally broken by the lapping of waves.

I was trying to understand the reason for the interest in my person. He was assessing my reaction and thinking over further actions. And no one is trying to leave.

I looked him straight in the eye and said:

"Prove it, Professor. The correctness of your ideas, and I will swear to you"

It was arrogance. It was a challenge. It was a great chance to keep an eye on them.

"I promise, I won't keep you waiting long, the Queen's Favorite" - His scarlet eyes, like blood, shone from within with a unique brilliance, involuntarily hypnotizing. Beautiful color. Handsome, as well as the owner of such rare eyes.

The fight is getting fiercer, the stakes are rising. There is no turning back. Everything will depend on the choice. There will no longer be any "buts" and "maybe", only the fact "now or never". But there must be a dilemma, a choice between good and bad. Admit it, when you have to choose between bad and good - it's too easy.

Duty or feelings?

Save yourself or save the whole world?

Betray a friend or die?

A difficult, and sometimes even impossible choice. And even now I'm not sure which way I'm going to go.

"You promised that it would be "fun". So far, all I see is boredom" - Sherlock whined as he lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, his arms outstretched like a lifeless crucifix.

"I thought you "fun" among colorful skirts and enthusiastic girlish sighs and speechless from your incredible deductions"

"Unrestrained fun. Like a pig. Merry pig" - Sherlock whispered, still not taking his eyes off the ceiling – "but yesterday I was interested in a mathematician" - I felt that I almost broke a pencil from just mentioning him.

"Found an interlocutor worthy of your mind" - after a short silence, I still said. I had time to anticipate his question by the mere gleam of his blue eyes.

"Oh, do you know him?" - Sherlock asked, sitting up, straightening up and looking at me.

"It would be better if I didn't know" – I answered sharply, and the pencil in my hands still broke in half, and threw it aside – "all I know about him is that he teaches mathematics at DurhamUniversity and he has two brothers"

"It's a pity" - said an almost unhappy Sherlock. Then he became even more unhappy when he remembered something - "So, are you going to the ballet today?"

I must admit, I couldn't stand ballet.

*****

What do you want to play? Blackjack, Poker, Roulette, Bingo, Baccarat.

I looked thoughtfully around the casino hall. The game was successful again today, I was already thinking about whether to continue or go back to the room. I was more and more inclined to the second option, realizing that only the thirst for excitement keeps me here. And it was very bad, I needed a break from gambling to recover and continue with a sober mind.