Marina cried even harder as she placed her hand on her stomach, expressing her dissatisfaction with being pregnant. Not right now, and certainly not with him. The thought of Matias and her maybe getting pregnant made her feel even sicker. Margherita dashed towards her, frightened by Marina's reaction in the kitchen. When she saw her crying and down on her knees, she became even more worried. The elderly lady sat down and shifted her now messy bun away from her face. She tried to calm her down by telling her that seasickness is entirely normal and that everyone gets it at some point. Marina screamed as she sobbed "I'm not seasick at all! I'm pregnant—I believe I am." The woman's eyes widened, and she couldn't say anything. Marina was pregnant, and she couldn't believe it.

"H-How long have you been aware of this?"

"I'm not sure, for a day?

... I'm not sure if I'm expecting!" She brushed the tears away from her eyes.

"Well did you have, you know... that kind of a relationship with a man?" Margherita said it quietly because she was afraid Marina would be offended.

"N-no!—I'm not sure I want to talk about it..." Marina sighed and looked down, not wanting to think about what had happened the day before. But she needed to recall some facts in order to determine whether she was seasick or simply pregnant. Margherita shrugged it off, reasoning that she couldn't possibly be pregnant if she had never had intercourse. The lovely woman assisted her in cleaning up and walking to their cabin so she could rest for a while. Marina couldn't stare any longer, despite the fact that it was just four o'clock. Marina sat down on her bed as soon as they arrived at their cabin and began removing all of her clothes, including the boots she had borrowed from Giordana. The girl wore a long, comfortable nightgown that she received as a gift from Giordana because the unfortunate girl was without clothing. Marina began undoing her hair; she felt much more at ease with her long puffy, curly dark brown hair loose. It also kept her warm, which she appreciated, and it would come in handy now as she was about to lie down. Margherita quietly smiled as she laid down, pulling the blankets up over her and kissing her on the forehead, wishing her a restful night's sleep. "Get plenty of rest and don't dwell on the negative." As the old lady was going to walk away, Marina was mumbled

"I'm terrified—"

The woman glanced around, perplexed as to what she was afraid of. "What are you talking about?"

"I really don't want to let anyone down—"

She yawned and was unable to communicate due to exhaustion, and by the time Margherita wanted to speak with her, she had fallen asleep.

Because the day had been long and exhausting, it's no wonder that she was already asleep. The woman began strolling towards her kitchen, intending to clean up the mess caused by the others. As she walked in, she noticed the captain and Antoni alone in the room, cleaning up after themselves. Antoni rushed over to Margherita and inquired about Marina's whereabouts.

"She's in good shape. She was simply seasick."

Mr. Santarelli said, "Of course she did."

Margherita clenched her fists in rage "I'm going to have a long conversation with you. I anticipated more from you." Her tone abruptly shifted, and it was threatening. "Good luck, wouldn't want to be you right now." Antoni chuckled as he clapped his friend on the back. He left them two fully alone in the room as he walked away. "What are you talking about? Why are you so irritated with me these days?" The man was more perplexed than defending himself; he believed Margherita's age had finally worn her down and made her insane. "What about me? Do you want to know about me? What's the matter with you!? You've been treating the poor girl like she's an animal for the entire day! I was hoping for a lot more from you!" She continued to yell at him, unable to believe what he was saying.

"Do you want to know what's wrong with me? I'm sorry I ever let her come here! I just let her escape so I could finally collect some money possibly from her. I want to finally leave this job and go study at Oxford University; else, I'd have sent her back to home. I couldn't care less about what happened to her or why she pleaded so earnestly with me!" He continued to take deep breaths, angered by Marina's presence and the idea that Margherita, who had been like a mother to him, was not on his side. "Gabriel, my love. I understand your point, but it's not like she's to blame for her inability to cook or clean!" She persisted in defending herself. "At the very least, acknowledge that Marina is attempting to do physical labor. When was the last time you saw girls like her do something like that? And be thankful that she isn't as spoiled as the others." Even though Marina was in reality just as awful as the rest.

Margherita kept attempting to persuade him to change his views, as well as seeing things from Marina's perspective. If the captain continues to give her dirty looks and harsh words, it's no surprise that she'll be a wreck on the ship. "Goodnight Margherita." the man said as he put the dishes in the sink and began heading out of the kitchen. He appeared exhausted and irritated. "I haven't finished speaking with you yet! I swear to God, if you don't start treating her equally, I'm going to kill you." She crossed her arms, as she watched him leave to his lonely cabin. She was the only one left in the kitchen at this point, so she went to continue cleaning up the mess.

Margherita couldn't help but think of Marina as she walked out the door to her cabin. What made the young girl flee her own wedding? What was the rationale behind it? Why does she believe she's pregnant when she's never had intercourse? None of it made sense to her; all she wanted to know was that the girl hadn't done anything strange and that everything would make sense shortly.