t her, their faces a mixture of disbelief and disgust. The pirate speedboats were no longer

the bridge, his voice strained. "Ma' am, with all due respect, we are

nger. She let go of my arm a

ry on the transient nature of existence! It' s vital! Alex is a true

' s manipulative behavior, her entitlement, her complete disregard for anyone but herself and her pet artist. They had

g crewman, st

to go. Please, give the

everyone on the ship. They looked to me, not Chloe. I was their emplo

a look devoid

e to glue seashells onto a canvas? Let' s see how his

o and switched it to the channel

do you r

ck, laced with it

other hour. The light is perfect, but

tloads of pirates heading straight for this yacht. They' ll probably visit your

en, the sound of a can clattering against rock. The coo

e you talking abou

enly high-pitched,

Forget the art! Forget everythi

ring right before her eyes. She stared at the radio as if it had personally betrayed her. The so