“Ah, nothing like fresh salt air.” B.D. grinned again as he rose and leaned against a gunwale. A toothpick in one hand, he picked delicately at his teeth while his other hand worked nonstop to tidy the loose hairs falling around his face.
“What the hell is all that about?” Captain Charles chuckled. “Salt air, what else does he think he’s going to breath on the ocean?”
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