“TWO
DAYS,” Captain Briggs explodes with fury, “I can't sit in that
life boat for two days.”
“I'm
afraid you might have to,” Phoebe tells him. “Without a wind to
blow them away, it's the only way to be free of those fumes.”
The
Captain begins to protest further, but the girl cuts him short.
“What's
more,” she says sternly, “You'll have to be chained to your
crew.”
“Chained
to my...”
“Should
the siren sing again, it's the only way to be sure you all stay
safe,” Phoebe cuts him short once more, dealing him a certain look.
The
Captain sighs with reluctance, knowing her words to be true. “Very
well,” he says, “We shall make the appropriate arrangements.
Will you man the ship while we're gone?”
“Of
course,” she replies, with kindness, “I told you I was here to
help. Shall we get started?”
