Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

ingram could detect a faint trace of something, maybe insecurity, in cadeau’s voice. it was not the kind of insecurity that was bad; perhaps a better word for it was a lack of confidence. he smiled softly, understanding her trepidation. why rock the boat, and what if things did not turn out the way you wished? he understood, having been in a similar predicament himself.. but then again, if you never took a chance you never got to see the sights. 

he considered his words for a moment. whatever he said could possibly change things. why do you feel that you’re out of the running? in Ingram’s eyes he wouldn’t spend time with someone he didn’t care about; was it possibly the same for cadeau’s hopeful beau?