““Their voices echoed over the stream and along the edge of the trees. She saw the tail end of a smile on Oscar’s lips. “I thought you didn’t like to sing,” she said. He’d always remained silent while the crew sang their sea chanteys. “I don’t,” Oscar said. “But you have a pretty voice.” His compliment shaped a bashful smile onto her lips. She was glad for the firelight, already casting a reddish glow to her skin. “And what ‘bout me, mate?” Ira asked. “Couldn’t say. I was trying to block it out,” Oscar replied.””
