Chapitre 483: Port! Port!

Demyan 

"Port! Port!"

"Demyan, you don't have to scream every time we pass a port," Ethan laughed as he turned the steering wheel with his cap and sunglasses on. 

I was seated under the overhang on the couches with the large sun hat Ethan had forced onto me and sunglasses so large I looked like a middle aged woman going on a cruise. I had no idea where he even got these things from but he said he wanted to protect me from the sun. The entire reason I loved New Zealand so much was because of the sun, but I was not going to go into a debate with him because of that. 

"Port! Port!" I screamed again which made him let out a groan in exhaustion.