19. The Shot
“Nash! I thought I told you to stay on the ship.”
Nash stopped in his tracks. His hard heart raced. He looked up and squinted into the morning sun. The dark outline of a walrus loomed over the side of the ship. Klaus was working to dry his master off with a small towel.
“W-why, hello, Cap’n! Y-yer back so soon!” Nash stammered.
“And you’re back not soon enough, I’m afraid.” Winnifred’s eyes glared down at Nash through the shadows.
“Nash! I thought I told you to stay on the ship.”
Nash stopped in his tracks. His hard heart raced. He looked up and squinted into the morning sun. The dark outline of a walrus loomed over the side of the ship. Klaus was working to dry his master off with a small towel.
“W-why, hello, Cap’n! Y-yer back so soon!” Nash stammered.
“And you’re back not soon enough, I’m afraid.” Winnifred’s eyes glared down at Nash through the shadows.
“Nash! I thought I told you to stay on the ship.”
Nash stopped in his tracks. His hard heart raced. He looked up and squinted into the morning sun. The dark outline of a walrus loomed over the side of the ship. Klaus was working to dry his master off with a small towel.
“W-why, hello, Cap’n! Y-yer back so soon!” Nash stammered.
“And you’re back not soon enough, I’m afraid.” Winnifred’s eyes glared down at Nash through the shadows.