I throw an arm over my eyes to block the morning light.

Christ, I feel fucking great. There's my first clue that I'm not in my bunk out on the boat. My chest is light, my cock is hard...I'm actually glad it's morning. There's something to look forward to. A weight falls from the ceiling and lands on my gut.

No, not something. Someone.

Ursula.

I jackknife in bed, my gaze falling to the empty spot beside me in the bed. Where is she? Where's my little girl? I almost roar the question to the cabin in general, because I need a goddamn answer right now. She slept in my...