On this day, Cheyenne sighed as she made the final stroke on the rock wall. In the blink of an eye, she and Kelvin had been living on this isted ind for almost a month.


    Kelvin now looked like a rugged man with his unshaven beard extending from his ears to his chin, and his hair growing down to his shoulders. Cheyenne used vines as rubber bands to tie up a small braid for him. His once nice shirt was now tattered and yellowed, while his suit pants were torn into bell-bottoms by tree branches, giving him an image of a wandering beggar.


    If anyone else looked like this, they would be unrecognizable to their parents. However, Kelvin did not give off that feeling at all; instead he appeared even more deep-eyed andposed.


    Cheyenne counted the strokes on the wall every day while he had grown ustomed to it already. He nced at her lightly. “I found something good today; guess what it is?”


    “A bird egg?”


    Ever since Kelvin went out for a strollst time and picked up some seagull eggs by the beach, every day thereafter he visited that area.


    The number of seagull eggs on that beach decreased rapidly over time, so Cheyenne hadn’t eaten any in days which made her miss them terribly.


    “No.”


    “What is it then?”


    She didn’t feel like guessing anymore as she wanted nothing more than ham sausages, steak or chicken sandwiches right now!


    Kelvin’sughter filled the air before he handed over something in his hand.


    Surprisingly enough, it was just a small ss bottle containing only one white piece of paper inside!


    She walked towards him excitedly but identally bumped into him.


    “Be careful.”


    Fortunately, he caught her just in time.


    Cheyenne stood still and pushed his big hand away without hesitation. She took hold of that drifting bottle eagerly and opened its paper content full-heartedly.


    “I like you, but just like you.”


    Cheyenne curled her lips in disdain and let out a long sigh, “I never thought that I would see disy of affection even when I am on this small ind!”


    She crumpled up the letter and shoved it back into the bottle. Just as she was about to toss it back into the sea, arge hand stopped her.


    Kelvin’s dark eyes fixed on her as he snatched the drift bottle away and held it in his palm. “Don’t throw it away. Have you ever wondered how this bottle managed to be here?”


    He didn’t want Cheyenne to throw away the drift bottle because those words also represented his feelings for her. He silently read that sentence again in his mind.


    As Kelvin spoke, Cheyenne paused mid-action and fell into deep thought…


    A drift bottle wouldn’t appear out of nowhere. It must have been thrown by someone nearby and drifted along with waves until reaching this deserted ind.


    Her eyes lit up like stars as she excitedly grabbed Kelvin’s hand and pulled him towards the cave entrance. “Where did you find this bottle? Let’s go check around nearby; maybe there are people…”


    Kelvin followed behind her with a wry smile until they reached where he found the drift bottle – at an ocean shore littered with not only bottles but also broken boxes floating on top of scattered items such as women’s scarves, lipstick tubes, skirts; men’s pipes or pocket watches… and most notably – shattered wooden nks alongside an unmistakable blue-bordered hat belonging to Metshire Coast Guard.


    Kelvin picked up that hat while feeling danger rising within him. At that moment came another cry of joy from Cheyenne. “Kelvin! Look over there! That seems like a shiping our way; we’re saved!”


    She waved frantically at them, “Hey, friends over there! Look here… we need help!”


    A ck sail gradually emerged from afar, then drew closer towards them.


    The ship approached steadily toward their direction…


    Kelvin suddenly grabbed Cheyenne’s raised arms from behind, pulling her away with tension. “Cheyenne, run!”


    His reaction left Cheyenne confused. “Why?”


    “They’re ouws!”


    What!


    As the ship sailed closer to where she could see clearly, Cheyenne’s gaze fixed on the ck g waving in the air.


    Above it was a white painted skull and two crossed leg bones…


    This is a pirate g!!!


    Before Cheyenne could react, a bright red g was raised on the ship, contrasting against the blue sea.


    The colors were vibrant.


    A red g meant warning!


    The pirates were warning them not to resist.


    Cheyenne’s face turned pale as she muttered under her breath, “Damn it!”


    She didn’t get a lifeline but instead received a death warrant.


    “Cheyenne, run!” Kelvin shouted before a cannonball was fired from the ship andnded in the water near her feet, causing huge waves to ssh up into the air.


    “Hurry up and catch them! Two billion will be ours!” Faintly cameughter from aboard as those words clearly reached Cheyenne’s ear.


    It dawned on her that this wasn’t just any ordinary pirate attack; they knew themselves… they were here formission.


    While running away, Cheyenne quickly nced back at a familiar figure standing at the deck.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    He was wearing a ck robe,manding his men to jump into water and swim towards her and Kelvin.


    Those people had knives clenched between their teeth with silver des shining brightly under sunlight creating dazzling light reflections everywhere.


    Cheyenne even saw that familiar green fanged mask.


    It was Master Charlie!