Once back on the main deck, Werrien turned to face Kristina. “By the way, how are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
 
I hope he doesn’t notice the dark circles under my eyes, Kristina thought, and she quickly broke eye contact with him and looked out at the sea.
 
Werrien waited patiently for her to answer. She turned to look at him again, and mustering up the little confidence she had left in her, she said, “I feel very well, and I intend on staying this way.”


By the look in her eyes, however, Werrien instantly sensed her
insecurity. He smiled warmly at her. “Come with me,” he said, and he offered his hand to her. Surprised at this gesture, she did a double-take. “It’s just a hand,” he said light-heartedly. She placed her hand in his, and they began walking toward the stern of the ship. This was the first time that she had held a boy’s hand. She found it warm and strong, yet a little rough and even callused. 

Soon they arrived at the base of the poop deck near the stern.
There was a set of stairs attached to it, leading up to a higher deck.
“After you,” Werrien said.
 
Kristina climbed the stairs, and Werrien followed her. When she
reached the top, she was struck with awe, because on the upper deck
was a small table set with a white linen cloth, a couple of candles and
cutlery settings for two.