The Cuckoo comes in April 24

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There were droplets left on the deck and dried salt traces on the usually sparkling panes. Yes... the storm... The boat was anchored at a familiar spot next to an island, kind of a safe harbor Napoleon knew for years... The storm had subsided. They had checked the boat, got changed, eaten a snack... and taken a nap.

“You shouldn't have finished the apple pie... ” Illya's face was all innocence and compassion.

Napoleon frowned with an outraged look and pointed an accusing finger at his friend.

“Who did eat the two portions left?”

They burst into laughter.

Just a dream...