Chapter 646. Desperation

I gasp as cold water rushes over my head and shoulders, flowing down my body in icy rivelets. The woman leaning against the doorframe nearby smirks at my expense as I shiver violently, trying desperately to cover my naked body with my arm braced over my breasts and my hand shielding the apex of my thighs. 

Another bucket of water is dumped over my head, and I swallow some of it, choking. 

“It’s not that bad,” Monica smirks, her arms crossed over her chest as she watches another woman, a young maid or something, start scrubbing sand from my hair for a fourth time. 

“Wh-why is it-it so c-c-cold?” I stammer through chattering teeth. 

“It’s filtered water, that’s why.” She untangles her arms and knocks on the doorframe, her pretty, angular face shining with pride. “This ship might look like something out of the stone-age, but it’s high-tech. We have running water aboard. Engines below if we need more power than the sails can provide.”