Their reunion was brief. As Moulin and Ghana spend the next couple of minutes embracing each other, Ghana kept whispering his name. Her long braided platinum blonde hair fell like a thick rope. The soft silk around her torso caressed Moulin palms. The feel of embracing his friend, comforting her, and reuniting with her was magnificent. He wanted to know everything about her-about her adventures, her hardships, and how she lived her life in his absence.
Before pulling away, Ghana gave Moulin a tight reluctant squeeze. She withdrew her arms and abruptly raised a hand. "You're all dismissed."
Silence immediately filled the whole area.
The men took five long seconds to understand her words. Their expressions remained unchanged, shocked and confused. Something about their Captain has changed. They could feel it. Perhaps, their captain had been possessed!