Chapter FiftyWinterI'm cold. I hate being cold. I hate winter. Chelsea loves winter, which I don't understand. I tighten my jacket around me, and keep staring ahead at the waves, while standing on the dock of the ship. I hate winter, so much. I only loose money in the winter, and there's no way around it. I loose money, and I'm freezing cold. Not a good combination. Chelsea's a farmer. She looses money, and should hate winter. Mirabelle says that my attitude is worse in the winter then at any other time of that's possible.
