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around Chantelle's waist. She let out a little sigh.
     
    "Come on, let's go inside the ship," Ronan suggested.
     
    "Okay, sure!" Chantelle agreed. They walked down endless flights of stairs, but Chantelle's feet were aching because of her high heels. Eventually, she just gave up with her high heels altogether and slid them off her feet, making it easier for her to run around with Ronan. They explored the paintings, the many different rooms. Then, they reached a room at the far end of the ship: the kitchen.
     
    There were cooks in the kitchen preparing food for the passengers, and it smelt amazing.
     
    "I've got an idea," Ronan grinned.
     
    "And what's that, may I ask?" Chantelle smiled.
     
    "We steal some food?" Ronan suggested.
     
    "Oh, Ronan, you naughty boy!" Chantelle said in a high pitched voice, playfully slapping his arm.
     
    "Oh, come on baby! Let's rock this ship!" Ronan grinned.
     
    "Stealing food is hardly what  I'd call, ahem, rocking the ship," Chantelle remarked., laughing.
     
    Ronan chuckled lightly. "Wanna bet?" he said.
     
    "Bet with what?" Chantelle asked, intrigued.
     
    Ronan touched his nose, smiling, and then tip toed into the kitchen. The cookers were baking frantically, and they didn't notice Ronan's presence - right up until the point that he grabbed two hot chocolate muffins from their tray, and they were burning his hands.
     
    "Aah!" he let out a small gasp of pain. One of the cookers turned around - and saw Ronan. Ronan ran out for his dear life.
     
    "Oi! Come back here!" the cooker roared, trying to chase after him, but failed. Ronan grabbed Chantelle's hand and they both ran for all they were worth, up the countless flights of stairs to the top of the ship once more. When they both stopped, they were both panting, breathless. Ronan still had the cakes in hs hands.
     
    "Now that's what I call fun!" Ronan grinned, and  Chantelle nodded, still panting. "Here - have a cake," Ronan offered. "Or, have both cakes, since you're light as a feather!"
     
    Chantelle smiled at him. "You're so nice, Ronan," she said finally. "That's the most fun I've had since ages! But don't worry, I don't want both the cakes."
     
    Ronan ate one of the cakes in an entire mouthful, his lips smothered in cream and crumbs.
     
    "Ronan!" Chantelle giggled.
     
    Ronan opened the next cake, which looked just as tasty as the other one. "Come on, baby, have a taste!"
     
    "It's fine, Ronan, I'm really not that hungry!" Chantelle complained.
     
    "Fine, I'll feed you!" Ronan's eyes sparkled; he was not going to give up that easily. He broke off a piece of the cake and gently put it in her mouth.
     
    Chantelle couldn't help but smile. She swallowed the cake down. Ronan continued to feed her, until the cake was finished and they both had nothing left to do.
     
    “I'm bored,” Ronan stated, his eyes shining under the light. Chantelle recognized that look on his face; it meant trouble for sure. For a twenty one year old, he sure acted like a child a lot. Well, that was probably why she liked him so much.
     
    “Come with me, I have something to show you,” he ordered her, grabbing her hand, forcing her to get up and follow him. She giggled as they passed by other tourists on the ship; some smiled seeing two young people running around, clearly in love, and others just gave them a disapproving look that said they should act their age and not like two teenagers. They didn't care about anything; They were having fun.
     
    Ronan led her through some narrow corridors that freaked her out for a moment because of the dim light. He looked her way over his shoulder every two seconds, making sure she was fine and was catching up with him, When he stopped, he placed his finger in front of his lips, asking her to stay quiet. She did, although she didn't know what the point of all this was, because the engine of the ship was making more noise than she could possibly do. He pushed the door in front of him open and Chantelle had