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They had tightly rounded the corner to the bow with Allie on the inside and she nearly tumbled down a wide flight of stairs. Drifter caught her arm and pulled her back from the abyss.
These stairs weren’t metal like the stern but were made from elegant wood planks. Even the railing was of the same shined wood with spiral banisters and ball-capped newels. Allie expected to smell metal and grease, but the scent of delicious food wafted up from the depths of the ship.
Allie furrowed her brow. “The ship didn’t smell that good the last time we were down there.”
“The interior of the ship is partitioned into two compartments, one for the guests and another for the workers,” Drifter explained as he offered her his arm. “Shall we?”
She gave him a doubtful look but accepted his arm. Dr
