Shipwrecked (Ansem 125 & A Gilt Clochard)

[A Gilt Clochard]

Jenna wandered from cluster of friends to cluster of friends, enjoying the social atmosphere. This was one of her favorite pastimes: partying with friends on her and her husband's yacht. They would invite a few dozen friends over to spend a few days boating along the coast or out to sea for the fun of it, with parties every evening.

They kept the boat lightly staffed with a cook, a maid, the captain, and a general handyman. One never knew what one would need, obviously, but it seemed silly to bring the whole manor's worth of staff just for a few days' on the yacht.

Laughing and drinking her Dom Perignon, she laughed at a joke she had heard Susan tell a half-dozen times before, eying the crowd for her husband. She liked to check where he was now and again, as she cared for him and liked knowing he was near.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

Jenna smiled as her eyes locked on her husband, watching him come closer. "Only always," she smiled at him, leaning into his kiss.

She began to walk with her husband, "I was just thinking that tonight we should break out the fireworks, don't you? Tomorrow we have to turn back, so it seems like a good time to do so. What do you think?"

She slipped her arm through his as they walked, leaning lightly against him.