They are here

Great. I groaned down in my pull before I jumped up. Wrapping the blanket around me, I did the awkward penguin walk to the bathroom-like area with my clothes under one arm. I muttered all the animal-related curses I could think of as I heard People walk by, chuckling down the hall.

This scenario would once have been my dirty little dream, a fantasy enough to make my cheeks heat up at any moment. It's a dream scene where I’m trapped on a ship with only incredibly handsome and well-trained men. But I felt more like a version of Wendy from Peter Pan. An. It was an imaginary story where I had been tasked with the impossible mission of babysitting a handful of kids with a beard, bad humor, and over 2 meters tall. All that was missing was that I would be tasked to wash their dirty underwear and their stiff and sticky single socks. The only reason for it must be that these overgrown kids don't have socks. A doomed Wendy figure that has to walk around model-like giants, alluring, dark, and wi