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

bottle containing only one

walked towards him excitedly

“Be careful.”

her

away without hesitation. She took hold of that

let out a long sigh, “I never thought that I would see display

back into the bottle. Just as she was

it in his

those words also represented his

mid-action and fell into deep

It must have been thrown by someone nearby

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 planks alongside an unmistakable blue-bordered hat belonging to Metshire Coast Guard. Kelvin picked up that hat while feeling danger rising within

emerged from afar, then drew closer

approached steadily

grabbed Cheyenne’s raised arms from behind, pulling her away with tension. “Cheyenne,

left Cheyenne confused.

“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

is a