The Cuckoo comes in April 13

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The rain was still drumming on the windows but a rustling caught Napoleon's attention. Illya stood next to him, wrapped in a bathrobe, toweling off his hair. He pursed his lips and hissed, “We'll have a sunny day, warm with some gentle breeze and a very calm sea....”

Napoleon raised his hands in an apologetic gesture. “I'm sorry, partner mine...”

The boat was safely docked and they had raced towards the inn. The innkeeper had thrown up her hands, pushing them in a bedroom – “I've only one left, boys, but it's a twin room!” - and promising a warm fish soup.