27. A Tankard Or Two Of Ale

YILEYNA

Night had fallen and it was still thundering, but things were back in order, although we had some bruised crew members. Ryan had come and given Theon pants quite quickly, but despite that, Barbara kept staring at his lower regions and licking her lips ever since.

I wondered if Theon even noticed because it was really irking me.

An annoying blue-eyed brat.

But I realised Theon had been very distracted. He was usually quiet, but it was almost as if he was mulling something over in his mind.

Most of us were now in the Mess as Ailema handed us all mugs of ale. It was silent, the weight of what had happened fresh in all our minds.

"How did it not affect you?" Flynn asked Theon sharply.

It was obvious he was just a bit salty because he had fallen for the siren’s enchantment.

"It’s a good question, that is." Ryan agreed, tilting his head as he looked at Theon. "We all know that it is harder for women to fall into their trap."

"But even women can fall victim to their song." Le