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It was awesome. Everything aboard the Sonata was so shiny and beautiful. I marvelled at the polished decks, the ferns in silver planters and white canvas deckchairs stacked in neat rows.

A waiter carrying a silver tray of drinks pounced on us. “Welcome aboard, Mrs Simpson and . . . But where is Mr Simpson?” he asked. His phoney smile sagged when he cast his beady eyes on me. He did not seem to be fond of kids.

“Mr Simpson couldn’t join us, unfortunately,” my mom explained. “This is my son, Alex.”

“And his noble dog William!” a whisper came from my shoulder bag.

“Excuse me?” the waiter growled suspiciously. “Is your son’s name Alex or William, or perhaps William Alex?”

My mom, who had heard nothing, looked surprised. “Alex, of course!” she said, firmly.

The waiter did not measure up to my scrutiny. I did not like him one bit, I quickly decided. Not his oily hair, nor his ratty face. He had a plague of pimples and an oversized Adam’s apple that rode up and down his scrawny neck like a busy elevator.

A badge pinned to his shirt announced that this skunk was called “Preston”.

What a silly name!

Preston glared at me.

“Our company welcomes children over twelve years of age. But surely you know that we cannot accommodate kids younger than that,” he added.

That was as good as a declaration of war. My twelfth birthday had been a few months ago, and I was ready to put up a fight.

My mother ignored the ungracious welcome, and a more obliging stewardess escorted us to the cabin that we shared on the middle deck. Our baggage had already arrived. There were two comfortable single beds with side tables, fresh flowers on a dres­ser, a narrow cupboard and a small bathroom with a shower.

My mother dropped her handbag on her bed and then she was off to explore. “Come, Alex, we are going to cast off any time now. I want to see the view of Table Mountain!”

“I’ll be there soon, Mom.”

The door barely slammed shut behind her back when I unzipped my bag and William’s head popped out.

“We have to get you out of here! This was a lousy idea!” I fretted. How did we ever think of such a silly scheme? There was nowhere to hide a dog for a whole week. We were sure to get into enormous trouble. We would be forced to walk the plank like stowaways always do in the movies, and that lousy waiter would be overjoyed at my disgrace!

William stretched and yawned. He shook himself until his loose lips made a curious flapping sound. Then he sat down on the bed to scratch his ear. “Chill, Alex. I’m hungry. Why don’t you go and fetch us something to eat?”

I glared at him. My shoulder still hurt from carrying him. He had put on weight over the last few months. “You only ever think of food, and now is not the time!” I scolded. “Rather consider what we’re going to do with you in this tiny cabin.”

“Oh, but I’m not going to stay here. Three doors down the passage there is a linen closet just the right size for me. Once you have stopped complaining, you could take me there. And then, some sandwiches. Ham, of course. Also a bottle of water – still, not sparkling.”

His arrogance was mind-boggling. He did not even say please.

“And how do you know about this closet-thing?”

He just sat there and glared at me.

I went to see. For sure – there was the linen closet just as he’d said. It looked pleasant enough: racks stacked with white sheets and towels, a few buckets with stuff for cleaning floors and windows, and even a small round porthole. I peered out to see a seal playing in the murky water of the harbour. He glanced back at me in a friendly manner and bumped a floating plastic bottle playfully with his nose before he disappeared back under the water.

The door of the closet could close from the inside. That’s somewhat strange, I thought. The lock looked new, as if it had been recently changed. One could still trace the imprint of the previous one. It almost looked as if the space had been especially equipped to accommodate William.

But how could that be?

I sighed and went in search of sandwiches.