After the fish was cooked he powered a part of an MRE and proceeded to make a passable gravy. The concoction smelled like something for heaven.Brenda ...oke and crawled out of the shelter. She saw Ron at the fire preparing breakfast. She got dressed and walked over to him. Her nose was drawing her to the delicious smell of whatever Ron was cooking. She walked up behind Ron and was there for a minute before he knew that she was there."My God, what is the beautiful smell?" she asked.Ron turned. If he managed to surprise them, he could take them both. He drew nearer, his heart pounding in his chest. Catherine paced in her cabin. She looked through the porthole on every round she made, but couldn’t see anything. On one pass she caught sight of a ship sailing past but it wasn’t hers. She didn’t catch the name on the side and didn’t recognize the vessel. What if it was just a random attack and they weren’t looking for her? They might just transfer the cargo to their ships and burn this. She gets an envelope for Tim to put one copy in and then takes her two copies, putting one in her briefcase for work, and tapes the other beside her mirror on her makeup table. “That way, I will see it each time I get ready,” Abbie tells Tim.Tim replies, “You know, keeping the work copies in our briefcases might be the best place to remind us.” Abbie agrees and kisses him gratefully. Tim’s copies are put by the door to take with him. It was now time they turn to something more important to. "Yes, Ma'am, only had to do a quick download."Speaking without first giving it some thought I said to him that if this was suppose to be his lunch break would he like to have a sandwich and dish of fruit. He thanked me and accepted and pulled out a chair and sat at the corner of the table.I stood at the counter fixing lunch while we continued chit-chat small talk. My kitchen cabinets have glass doors and glancing frequently I watched his reflection. I became so amused at how he studied me over.