“You could at least -“

The ship tipped dangerously to the left, and Blaire shot up when she saw water washing into the room.

“Oh, crap,” she cursed, lifting her skirts.

“What’s going on?” a lady cried, standing on a chair to stop the sea water from seeping into her expensive clothing.

Blaire looked around the now – flooded room, and bent over.

“What are you doing?” Tray asked suspiciously, watching her actions.

With a vicious movement, Blaire tore the dress in half vertically.

“Good Lord, woman, this is neither the time nor the place!”

Blaire looked up at him with disgust. “Get your head out of the gutter,” she reprimanded, and then tied the two strips of fabric around her thighs – her dress now looked like a pair of overalls.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tray said, astonished at her ingenuity with the fabric.

“Yeah, you do that – for the next time you wear a dress,” Blaire snorted, and smirked when he flushed.

A wave of water washed over her ankles.

“That can’t be good.”