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Chapter 55- Changes

CHAPTER 55 – CHANGES

*Fedor’s POV*

This man was sinful and he knew it but he was about to know how strong willed I was when I made a decision and I returned his smile, “Oh Baby boy, let’s.” I answered and turned to the other side and made a dramatic flair of shuffling my buttocks, which earned me a loud laugh from him as he covered me with his entire body.

“I will miss you Fedor.” He muttered and I remembered what would happen once we were back on land, I must have been high on something when I thought this was a good idea and now the choice had been taken away from me. I did not want to be like one of those people who made their entire personality based on their partner. I loved my individuality but all of a sudden, I was very understanding of those clingy couples I usually made fun of. I could feel how much it was going to hurt and while Kurt was a son of a bitch, one could see the point he was trying to make, and he of all people knew how I could be. Whether or not I said it aloud, there was a time I had a crush on him but now I had a feeling it was more about what he could do for me and less about him.  I held Chief’s hands as I dozed off, and I woke up alone on the bed.

The rest of the trip was uneventful except for Carlos trying to impress Petra with new dishes every day, I wasn’t complaining, if I knew it would take a woman to make the men behave, I would have encouraged this a long time ago. Wait a minute, I was a woman yet I provoked no proper behavior from these people, I did not think much about it because Petra was such good company. She had seen the world from a different standpoint and in a way; I got to understand her importance. One of the evenings, I had asked her why she was going back home and her answer was as cryptic as the grey on her hair, “It was time,” She said. I chucked it up to one of those things she said like the sky is meant to be blue to mirror the ocean or the ecosystem is a perfect balance of God’s work. She was crazy but in a calm way that if you did not pay attention, you would not know she was weird. She had lived truly, loved hard, lost a lot and now she was according to her; fulfilled and at peace with herself.

What does that even mean? Another thing I did not think about because I was neither a poet nor a singer but if I was, I imagined she would inspire lots of songs and poems. Her friendship with Chief was the most surprising; they had more in common than I thought the first time. Chief had not broken yet and I would be damned if I broke first, he kept sleeping in my room and unashamedly seducing me with his imperfect eyes and imperfect body but I was a woman of principle and strong morals. No, I was not but I was a pretty woman and that alone had more strength than an army of Vikings did. I would not break, even if it killed me, I was aware that Chief had more experience with this than I did but I had lived my entire life walking in between the lines, I would break him. I swore to myself. We got to Tokhe port and just before Petra left, she had given me her Bible. It was a little worn out which meant that she cherished it and in return, I liked the little book. “I hope it serves you as much as it has served me.”

Petra had a small crowd waiting for her, she was more important than she let on, and she gave me a hug and said her good byes to everyone. It was a bittersweet end to our meeting and I tried not to think of what this meant for me, I was not going with Chief on his next trip. We slowly did everything as usual, even the crew was quieter and I kept sighing until Kora could not take it anymore as we unpacked.

“If you sigh one more time, I will throw you into the ocean.” He threatened.