24
There were droplets left on the deck and dried salt traces on the usually sparkling panes. Yes... the storm... The boat was anchored at a familiar spot next to an island, kind of a safe harbor Napoleon knew for years... The storm had subsided. They had checked the boat, got changed, eaten a snack... and taken a nap.
"You shouldn't have finished the apple pie... " Illya's face was all innocence and compassion.
Napoleon frowned with an outraged look and pointed an accusing finger at his friend.
"Who did eat the two portions left?"
They burst into laughter.
Just a dream...
25
They were sailing quietly. The boat skimmed over the sea, through the flaming colors of sunset.
It had been a wonderful day, Illya thought, an the bit his lips.
"Thanks for inviting me, Napoleon..."
Napoleon smiled. "My pleasure..."
The Russian pointed at the harbor, in front of them.
"We could have dinner here... I noticed a small restaurant, this morning and..." His partner stiffened. "Napoleon?"
Stupid. It was stupid. Napoleon forced a bright smile. Of course they would have dinner. Of course they would enjoy themselves. Of course it would be the icing on the cake of a pleasant day.
26
They walked along the pier, lost in thought. Napoleon usually enjoyed to sail alone, free from work, free from the world...
Illya usually enjoyed those moments when he could read, listen and play music , be himself, free from work, free from the world...
Napoleon had picked up his Russian partner against the odds. Against the odds, Illya had agreed. They had enjoyed themselves, free from work, free from the world.
Two friends together.
The innkeeper smiled at the charming boys, a blond and a brunet who stood at the entrance.
"Smelled Louis' delicious fish soup, boys, didn't you? Come in!"