CHAPTER 31
Author: Darken Ross
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

QUEEN ELIZABETH the Second sat comfortably in the water, her Hull, reflecting the little remains of daylight sun and shimmering. The chrome details cast a glistering effect on everyone who saw it from shore.

"Oh, wow…" Paxton said, "That looks…"

They packed at the deck.

Jon and Paxton got out, "Hang around, Luke."

"Have an eventful night, sir," Luke said.

Jon nodded and they walked to the deck, where speed boats were organized to take the guests to the bed yacht.

"Good evening, sir." The speed boat pilot said.

Jon nodded in reply and started putting on the life jacket given to him.

"Can you swim?" Rick whispered to Jon, who shook his head in reply. "Then what if the boat capsizes?"

Jon chuckled, "It won't capsize, Richard. Put on your life jacket."

They both strapped on their jackets and entered the small speed boat.

"Are you all set?" The pilot asked.

They nodded, "Let's go."

The engine revved up and shot out into the water.

Rick laughed as the power took him by surprise
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