The Prince laughed.
“No, Captain, I forgot to bring a portmanteau with me.”
“Then I must say farewell to you here.”
“What, you are not going to maroon me on this pebble in the ocean?”
“You will be well taken care of, Highness.”
“What place is this?”
“It is called the Trogzmondoff, Highness, and the water surrounding you is the Baltic.”
“Is it Russian territory?”
“Very, very Russian,” returned the Captain drawing a deep breath. “This way, if your Highness pleases. There is a rope ladder, which is sometimes a little unsteady for a landsman, so be careful.”
“Oh, I’m accustomed to rope ladders. Hyvasti, Captain.”