"You didn't have to run away."
He had looked away from her. But he would look back at her. She was clothed at that moment. That was a quick change.
Her eyeballs were zooming in and out. She probably was going to supplant some supplementary course of alakazam. He couldn't be sure.
She stood up from where she was seating. Her hips were hefty and graciously wide and round. Her walk step reminded him of the pompous sway of the worn waves of the sea.
She would walk as though the earth or that path she was treading was only made for her. He shouldn't take offense in that.
She flipped the curtain veiling the view of the sea from that part of the ship. He had no idea what she wanted to figure out. She dropped it after looking in and muttering for a while.
They had been going on the sea for a while he could tell. He was hoping dearly that things would turn out well.