“You really are getting on my tits, McCavity,” Queenie declared with a scowl and snatched the oars from him.
“I…I’m sorry my dear. I…” Lost for words, as always. If he wasn’t telling her how ravishing she looked, he really didn’t know what to say.
They rowed in jerky movements as Queenie yanked the oars towards her and then pushed them out again, growling as she went. The little boat rocked and wobbled, and their expensive shoes soaked up the fishy saltwater from the floor.
“W…What will we find when we get to the island?” McCavity asked, braving a conversation with the tiniest of smiles upon his face. Queenie blew a strand of hair from her red and sweaty cheek.
“How the bloody hell do I know?” she snapped through her teeth. “Mystery Island wouldn’t be so bloody mysterious if I knew, would it?”
Queenie and McCavity are characters from my two upcoming comedy fantasy novels, John Sharpe: No. 1,348 and The Queen’s Wrath.