I happened to enjoy our latest port very much. The soft colours were a little much, and I cannot recall the last time I ingested that much sugar, but all in all I found much merriment in the madness.
All those marriages though! I had hoped some would last so I would not be the only wife aboard.
I jest, I jest. I am happy to see that all that sudden influx of love stayed in Kissing Town. Lord knows how difficult it is to have a spouse milling about on the ship with you.
(And whether I jest there or not I leave to you, reader.)
Well. How were your short days of freedom, Akio?
I will hear no recanting of any decisions made during the port. As far as I am concerned, it was a weekend well-spent. Any sort of awkwardness between the three of us is absolutely unwelcome and I will not tolerate it. Understood?
That being said (or rather, written), tea is now ruined for me.
[Added after speaking with Sexby:]
Abigail, I think it best we speak.