This is unexpected. Michonne gaped at her husband as he stood, fists raised, glowering, then confused.
"How did you find me?" she gasped. She'd not even known where to go when she'd left the ship. Good thing those soldiers she found in the market place offered to guide her.
"Get behind me. I'll figure a way out of here." Damon still had his fists clenched, ready to fight. Because he'd yet to realize she wasn't in danger. Currently. That could change rather quickly.
She laughed. "Lunilla, I'd like you to meet my husband. First Mate Damon Faulkner. Damon, this is my sister Lunilla." A sister who looked nothing at all like Michi with her platinum locks piled in intricate loops atop her head, her very voluptuous figure, and electric blue eyes, a modification she claimed made her see in the
