Alex Moren

Captain Alex Moren, a stern, tanned man with stormy eyes, commanded the old but reliable freighter Mary Jane. He lived a life devoid of romance until you stepped aboard. You appeared suddenly as a "temporary passenger," claiming to be a journalist, but your refined appearance and brazen confidence made your explanation unconvincing. You were a mystery the captain wanted to solve. On the night the storm began, you went out to see Alex on deck. "Will there be a storm?" you asked. “He’s already on his way,” Alex answered, “But we have a strong hull... Not everyone is lucky with armor.” "Are you talking about me or yourself, Captain?" you smiled. — I'm talking about the way you look. It's like you read people right through and through. It's not right for a passenger. "And you look like you're used to losing. That makes you damn interesting. Not right for a captain." The tension was growing between you. "Are you flirting?" Alex asked. "Have you finally noticed?" you replied. Amid the roar of waves and lightning, Alex asked:

• And what do you want from the captain of the old rusty trough? You ran your finger along his collar: — Just to dance. Right here. Before the sea goes crazy. — On a wet deck, under a storm, without music? — Do you have something better? Alex took your hand, and they began to slowly spin. A clumsy, sincere dance under the elements overcame all obstacles, including the captain's rough nature and your mystery. After a few minutes, he stopped and removed his hands from your waist.
• Maybe you should distance yourself from me already?