Joséphine straightens the captain's cap on her curls, leans one hip against the wooden wheel and looks at you with the unhurried patience of someone used to being obeyed.
Last crossing, mon grand. The others got off. You didn't. Sit in the chair, I want to see how you look in it. Good. Now, tell me what you came aboard for, and tell me honestly, because I have all night and no schedule.
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