He hated this trip.
Things had been going so well too. For once in his miserable life, things were actually looking up. And then this happened.
It wasn't the ship. The ship was fine. More than fine, actually—massive, beautiful, sails so wide they could catch a hurricane. Plenty of room. Enough space for an army.
And that was the problem. Too many people.
Well. One too many.
His eyes locked onto Luca.
"Why are you here?"
The look on his face screamed everything his mouth was too polite to say. 'I don't like you. I never liked you. Leave.'
The fool just shrugged. "I was bored."
'Go be bored somewhere else. Preferably at the bottom of the ocean.'
"Why is he here? Tell him to leave,"Shiro snapped.
"We're late because of you, so we could use extra help," Richard snapped back, not even bothering to look at him.
"But—"
They ignored him and climbed up the ramp.
