Storm over the Caribbean: London Antics

The calls of gulls echoed across the harbour of bustling London. Vendors praised their wares and crowds hurried through the streets.

Suddenly, pedestrians froze, their eyes widening as a figure on a camel appeared. High above, a voice called out, "Why, thank you for making way, gentlemen, I'm glad you recognize my magnificent marvelousness!"

Patting the camel's neck, the figure urged it forward, the crowd parting like the Red Sea.

Approaching a towering building, the protagonist spotted a familiar figure.

"Oy, Karim!" she called out, beaming. "Wonderful day, isn't it?"

Karim, her husband's bodyguard, responded with a wooden face. "I am fairly certain when the Sahib said that, due to being in the family way, you should not walk to work, he did not intend for you to come riding on the back of a camel."

Ignoring his deadpan response, she dismounted and handed him the reins. "Here, take care of him, will you?" The last thing she saw was the camel aiming at Karim.

Stepping into the cool, hushed halls of Empire House, she ignored the stares of the employees, a very pregnant woman whistling cheerfully in Mr. Rikkard Ambrose's domain.