My Captain Is a Cyborg

I thought I’d just relax on the first night on land—pick someone up, or pay someone to make sure I could relax with no hassles and no headaches. But no—I saw her.

— Sorry, you… — her voice was hoarse, awkwardly. — Are you free?

— I’m not busy. But I’d advise you to think it through and run back home from that hungry sea wolf…

She smiled in a way that felt irresistible:

— Maybe I have a weakness for hungry wolves…

— Red Riding Hood ended badly.

— That’s just at the beginning, — she smiled unexpectedly, dangerously. — Then she was saved.

— No one will save you…