Jacques stood at the helm, his hands guiding the wheel. His gaze locked eyes with Arieshell while watching her step up. Jacques's heart raced as butterflies danced in his stomach. A minuscule grin crept on his face.
He watched Arieshell pace back and forth as she angrily huffed. Arieshell angrily walked, her hands on her hips and her furrowed brows causing Jacques to wonder what upset her.
A moment passed by as Arieshell allowed herself to cool off.
"Do you know what Gus just said to me?" she announced, exasperated.
"No," he responded as he delicately turned the wheel. "What did he say?"
"I'm watching you. Like that's going to scare me. He led me to believe that he wanted us to get together. Now, he turns around and declares he is watching me. Why the sudden change?"
Jacques chuckled. "He's protective. You, out of anyone, should know that. Given what you told me about your brother and father."
"You have a point, but why did he have to be so rude about it?"
"We're French."
Jacques laughed at himself as he saw Arieshell's dark bronze skin turn into a lighter shade. Her reaction to his words was adorable. It brought him so much joy and excitement.
"You must be joking."
"No, I am not," he replied.
Jacques noticed a smile crawling on her face. His head turned, hearing Belle's gentle laughter. Quinton. He thought.
For Jacques, like Gus, Quinton has always been with him, from day one. Years ago, Quinton demonstrated immense courage and dedication by saving Jacques from a menacing great white shark.
Belle's slim and petite features heavily contrasted with his muscular build. He stood, having his upper body hunched over to talk to her. Belle sat elegantly, hands clasped on her lap. Her sweet belly laugh fluttered in his ears.
"Looks like Belle has made a new friend," Arieshell observed.
"Indeed. His name is Quinton. He is one of the oldest members of my crew."
Arieshell's eyes sparkled. "Wow! He must have done a lot for you."
"He has."
"Can you tell me one situation?"
Jacques grinned and glanced at her. Her eyes were on his, eagerly waiting for him to speak.
"I remembered it as if it had occurred yesterday. I was the Captain's boy and would go around and check up on the crew and lend a helping hand. Until one spring morning, we saw a giant fin peeking above the water," he stated.
"Go on."
He licked his lips. "It gradually gained its momentum and headed straight for the ship. The crew started to panic as I heard the ship's floorboards creaking. Snap! They broke in half."
Arieshell's eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Jacques adored her expressions when he recounted stories to her. She always listened and seemed amazed by everything he said.
Women had always found him attractive, but he never felt an electrifying spark. Arieshell, on the other hand, filled a hole deep inside him. An empty black hole that no woman would have been able to unlock.
A gust of wind blew into their faces, their hair obscuring their eyesight.
"I felt my whole body slip back as this white, monstrous shark emerged from the broken planks, ready to claim me as its next meal."
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