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!

laughter filled the air before he handed over something

a small glass bottle containing only one white piece of

him excitedly

“Be careful.”

he caught her

hesitation. She took hold of that drifting bottle eagerly and opened its paper content full-heartedly. “I like you, but just like

never thought that I would see display of affection even

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

dark eyes fixed on her as he snatched the drift bottle away and held it in his

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

spoke, Cheyenne paused mid-action and

out of nowhere. It must have been thrown by someone nearby and drifted along

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 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 of joy from Cheyenne. “Kelvin! Look over there! That seems like a ship coming our way; we’re saved!” She waved frantically

black sail gradually emerged from

ship approached steadily toward

arms from behind, pulling her away

reaction left Cheyenne

“They’re outlaws!”

What!

see clearly, Cheyenne’s gaze fixed on the black flag waving in the air. Above it was a white painted skull and two

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