Twenty - Lost At Sea

APOV

A stout, middle-aged crewman ran into my quarters, out of breath and riddled with panic. It took me a while to realize that someone had intruded on my romantic interlude with Sydney, until she squealed and hastened in covering up her naked body.

I climbed out of bed and grabbed my shirt that was on the wooden floor. "What is it that you want?" I demanded, bristling with annoyance. Whatever it was, it had better be good enough to interrupt an intimate evening with my wife.

The crewman didn't respond—he was adamantly focused on Sydney's bare form, his wide eyes glazed with lust. I slapped him across the face, causing him to yelp and rub his cheek. "Don't you ever look at my wife in such a way," I growled. "Answer the question, you perverted bastard. I haven't got all night."

He swiftly recovered, but words refused to leave his mouth for several moments. He was quivering all over, and a sheet of sweat broke out over his feverish flesh. I was beginning to grow insanely worried, so I