Felix sat on the railing at the rear of the ship. Looking down at the half empty bottle of bourbon in his hands he lat out a prolonged sigh. "Where did you get that Felix," Valerius's voice echoed from behind him.
"What do you want now, its bad enough I'm imprisoned on this ship."
"Felix can you try to get along with me for once?"
"Can you answer some things for me first?"
"How do you know so much?" Gritting his teeth and clenching the bottle.
"We each have dark secrets Felix, and this isn't the place for them. You would never forgive me if you knew them."
"That's bullshit!" Igniting himself in fire.
"Felix control yourself!"
Pinning her against the wall, "Who told you?"
"Cynthia sent me a letter."
The fire died and his eyes grew wide. "I shall be taking my leave now," shoving the bottle of bourbon into her hands.