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

glass bottle containing only one white piece of

walked towards him excitedly but

“Be careful.”

her just

hesitation. She took hold of that drifting bottle eagerly and opened its paper content

and let out a long sigh, “I never thought that

letter and shoved it back into the bottle. Just as she

it in his palm. “Don’t

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

mid-action and fell

It must have been thrown by someone nearby and drifted along with waves until

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 at them, “Hey, friends over there!

gradually emerged from afar, then drew

ship approached steadily

raised arms from behind, pulling her away with tension.

left Cheyenne confused.

“They’re outlaws!”

What!

ship sailed closer to where she could see clearly, Cheyenne’s gaze fixed on the black flag waving in the air. Above

a pirate