He could no longer resist the temptation. He looked at the key ring still dangling on its hook by the door. He reached out and grabbed it, quickly mov...ng down the hallway. He stopped in front of the door and tested its handle. It was, of course, still locked.His heart was racing as he tried several keys before hearing the click of the lock opening. He fought back a moment of guilt and betrayal before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was large, with walls covered by some sort. I sat there busy thinking something and waiting for her. Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned back and saw a wonderful sight. It was a beautiful girl, tall, about 5’5” in height, slim, fair, long hair, big eyes, fuller lips. And a dazzling smile. She was wearing a sleeveless salwar kameez.“hi, I’m meghna”, she said. I got up from the chair and said, “woah, meghna, you are stunning!”. She giggled and sat on the chair opposite. I kept staring at her, dumbstruck, she waved her hand. He dived back onto the bed.The cannon narrowly missed him, crashing first through the table holding the inaccurate map, then through the aft timbers of the ship. When Friogato recovered from his desperate manoeuvre, little more than the breech was visible. The better part of the barrel was stuck through the untidy gash it had punched through the wall."Damn! I hope the ship isn't ruined," fumed the captain. He crept from the bed a second time, up the tilting floor toward the door. Bedlam. Self-preservation, I suppose.Anyway, I awoke to Jermaine’s knock on my door. ‘Are you ready for something to eat, Tabitha?’ he asked, tentatively opening the door. ‘I’ve made your favourite, Jamaican chicken with rice.’‘I’m not hungry,’ I managed. ‘But I might fancy some later, just leave it in the fridge.’ I felt slightly ungrateful because his voice sounded so soft and caring and, of course, he’d made the effort to prepare a meal despite his own depression.‘Is it okay if I come in?’ he asked..