She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

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!

the air before he handed over something in

glass bottle containing only one white piece of

excitedly but

“Be careful.”

her just in

pushed his big hand away without hesitation. She took hold of that

curled her lips in disdain and let out a long sigh, “I never thought

the letter and shoved it back into the bottle. Just as she was about to toss it back into

her as he snatched the drift bottle away and held it in his palm. “Don’t throw it away. Have you ever wondered how

to throw away the drift bottle because those words also

spoke, Cheyenne paused mid-action and fell

drift bottle wouldn’t appear out of nowhere. It must have been thrown

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 planks 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

sail gradually emerged from afar, then drew

approached steadily toward their

raised arms from behind,

left

“They’re outlaws!”

What!

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

a pirate