CHARLOTTE
"Pardon me Madame, but we're in Port.""
Francesca D'Abrette opened her eyes to see the Captain's bearded face on
the large colour monitor that hung from the ceiling of her opulent cabin.
"Thanks, Bole." She stretched, catlike, working the sleep from her body.
"Give me an hour or so to get ready, and we'll go ashore. Oh... and tell the
crew that tonight's a party night."
The corner of the Captain's mouth twitched in what might have been a
smile. "At once, Madame." He nodded and the screen went dark.
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