Chapter 481: Black Pirate Flag

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 isolated island 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 and composed.

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

“A bird egg?”

Ever since Kelvin went out for a stroll last 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!

he handed over something in his

was just a small glass bottle

towards him excitedly

“Be careful.”

caught her just

stood still and pushed his big hand away without hesitation. She took hold of that drifting bottle

disdain and let out a long sigh, “I never thought that I would see display of affection

into the bottle. Just as she was about to toss it back into the sea, a large hand

drift bottle away and held it in his palm. “Don’t throw it away. Have you

bottle because those words also represented his feelings for her. He silently read that sentence again

Cheyenne paused mid-action and fell into deep

out of nowhere. It must have been thrown by someone nearby and drifted along with waves until reaching this deserted

only bottles but also broken boxes floating on top of scattered items such as women’s scarves, lipstick tubes,

emerged from afar, then drew closer

approached steadily toward

arms from behind, pulling

left

“They’re outlaws!”

What!

to where she could see clearly, Cheyenne’s gaze fixed on the black flag

is a pirate

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