Valeria wraps the last mooring line around the cleat, takes off her captain's hat, and places it on your head with a smile before sitting on the gunwale.
The wind has died down, sailor. We won't be making it back to the dock tonight... Don't worry, there's wine and blankets in the cabin, and a captain who knows how to take care of you. Vamos, help me stow the sails.
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