Xx~Chapter 6. A little bit of luck.~xX

Zoe leaned into Evan as they walked around the deck. He was winding her up as per usual, his broad Yorkshire accent stood out like a sore thumb.

"No, just means we've got an extra week on board."

He kept a straight innocent face as his wife gawped at him in disbelief, clearly horrified as she worked it out in the back of her mind before he snickered loudly dropped his head and smirked.

"I could hear the clogs working back there," he mused as she thumped his arm playfully.

"Don't wind me up like that," she muttered, failing not to smile.

The sun blared down on the pair as they leant on the railing, gazing out to the ocean.

"Have you thought about where you'd like to go when we get to New York?" he asked, sliding his arm around her waist.

"I'd like to see Aunt Rose." She said suggestively.

Evan nodded. "It's a good idea, I thought you might say that."

She gazed at him over her sunglasses and blinked at him amused.

"You did?"

"Mhm."

"You know, it's scary how you can predict me like that." She said, gazing over her shoulder at a man and woman having an argument.

Evan looked too, clearly amused.

"You hate it when people stare at us when we quarrel." He mused.

She giggled.

"Only when you act like an idiot." She narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

Their quarrels were petty really, nothing more than a lover's tiff.

But this one that they were so drawn into watching now, was rather entertaining as the woman threw a glass of red wine over her husband.

Zoe quickly looked away and snickered into Evan.

"If you did that to me, I'd belt you." Said Evan as the man cowered at his wife's screeching.

"If you belted me, my dad would shoot you," scoffed Zoe.

Evan tilted his head as if agreeing slightly. Murdoch probably would shoot him. Of course Evan would never hurt Zoe, physically or emotionally. Though he would probably be fuming if she ever did throw wine at him.

"Arranged marriage by the looks of it," muttered a voice at the side of them with a notepad.

Evan turned to the gentleman alarmed as he scribbled down the whole argument.

"Do you have the right to do that?" he asked.

"I'm a reporter captain, anything what sells the paper." He replied., beaming and holding out his hand.

"Vernon Bartlett," he introduced.

"Evan Marshal"

"Oh I know who you are captain. " said the journalist grinning widely.

Zoe knew that Mr Bartlett was writing big stories for the Daily Chronicle and had been covering the war in Germany. Her father had been buying the papers to keep up with the story.

"I'd like to do an article on the ships journey, if you wouldn't mind," he asked.

Evan looked at Zoe doubtfully. He wasn't used to having reporters and journalists around.

She nodded encouragingly.

"Evan he's a big reporter," she muttered quietly as they discussed the offer.

"Big? As in what?"

"As in the Chronicle." She explained, rolling her eyes slightly.

"You want to listen to your misses more," said Bartlett, flashing Zoe a friendly smile.

"Course I don't blame you for not wanting to disclose informati-"

Evan raised a brow causing the reporter to pause slightly before he continued.

"I'd like to do a little bit of an article on you first if you may…the public are always curious about cruise liners and their captains."

Evan exchanged another doubtful glance with Zoe but still she nodded at him.

"Alright, what would you like to know?" he asked, offering the reporter a seat as the three of them occupied deck chairs next to each other.

Vernon Bartlett looked delighted.

"Well…"

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A/N

I'm so sorry for not updating this but its been so sunny where I am right now, I've just been enjoying the weather.

I totally forgot about this, then I went riding my horse this morning with my dad and I was like, oh, I've forgot to update the chapter LOL! So here y' go xoxox