A sweet tidbit from the Captain’s Rose . . .
Jayce heard himself groan before he realized he
was awake. The sun streaming through the cabin porthole hurt his eyes, even
though they were closed. He pressed a hand over them and rolled over only to
fall face down on the floor with a thud that reverberated through his aching
head. He groaned again and pressed the side of his face to the cool wood slats,
keenly aware of the movements of the ship that made it evident they were at
“One of these days,” Timothy said in a jovial tone that didn’t sit well
with Jayce’s mood, “you’re going to realize that getting drunk is not worth the
“Stop preaching to me and help me up,” Jayce insisted, attempting
to open his eyes.
Timothy stood, then stepped over Jayce, declaring, “Nah, I
think I’ll leave you there for a while. I suspect it will be at least an hour
before you are tolerable company.” He opened the door and added, “I’ll bring you
some coffee.” He then chuckled and slammed the door purposefully loud, provoking
another groan from Jayce.