What If It Were Real?(Part 24)

Killer’s pov.

It was a relaxing day. The sun was shinning, The ocean was calm. Mykhayla was leaving everyone alone, finally. The only down side of today was that Torri was preoccupied with the new dog they just got.

That peace and serenity was shattered by an ear piercing shriek from my captain. I sighed to myself. I knew it was too good to last.

I trudged across the deck towards him.

“What’s wrong now?” I grumbled.

“What the fuck did I just step in?!” He demanded, turning his attention from his foot to me.

I stared at my captain like he was an idiot, which, to be fair he was. Then I just sighed and trudged away, ignoring him yelling at me. I grumbled back to him with a bucket of hot, soapy water, a thick bristled broom and a mop in hand.

I swept the dog shit off the side of the ship and then mopped up the last of the residue.

“Happy captain?” I snarled at the red head.

“NO! There’s so much shit everywhere, and the girls aren’t even trying to clean it up!” He yelled at me.

I just sighed deeply again, “Where is the rest of it?”

 

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