The room is tidy like always, and there is a plethora of books on his bed, he is reading, Heath Duncan is reading. “You read?” I asked confused. “Not really, but I went around asking how to woe a girl and they recommended some good books,” he says with a smug, I roll my eyes, still at the ‘trying to woe you’ lie. “How are you finding the process?” I asked. “Confusing,” he says, “first most men have what I have you know, typical playboys a lot of money.” He says, I cannot help but laugh he is trying to get relationship advice off romance books? Like, how he expects fictional lies writers tell to be true. “Since I haven’t woe the girl it seemed I am left with a few options, I either have to be a mafia boss, a vampire, an alpha or a king.” I burst out laughing with the seriousness of his voice, “you find this funny huh? You are the one making go through this,” he grumbles. “Maybe we should research deeper into these books,

[Fiona POV] After I was pushed to the sea I tried swimming to the ship, well thankful for my father who forcefully taught me how to swim, but the waves don’t seem to be on my side. Why haven’t they noticed me missing? I ask myself as I try to fight the cold heavy waves. My father is clearly scolding me after I told him how I died, by the heavy cold waves, well he would be proud as well of how well I fought.  I can already see that silly man telling me “at least you died in a way that made headlines, I know there are people in the news talking about your death right now,” and my mother scolding him for encouraging me to do bad things. It wouldn’t be that bad if I died, I mean I really miss a homely feeling my parents gave me, I miss the warmth of my mom’s hugs, I miss my father’s silly pranks. I keep seeing them as I close my eyes and it motivates me to swim even harder, fight the waves and the possible sharks I might encounter, be

[Third person POV] Heath had been on the edge since the whole Fiona falling overboard incident. One because there was no footage to show who pushed her in the water, two Carl had been acting very weird since. “What has gotten to you?” Gian asks, he had worried as he saw Heath keep staring into nothingness. “Oh, it is nothing,” Heath replies still looking deflated. “Don’t blame yourself, we will find who hurt her, besides if it's the Fiona, I know she probably will not blame you too much.” Gian reassures. “You speak so highly of her.” “Of course, she is like a sister I never had, and I know my wife wouldn’t be here and happy with me if it wasn’t for her, she is my family,” Gian says. “Can I ask you a question?” Heath asked nervously, Gian nodded his head yes. “Well, did you know she and Carl were a thing?” Gian nodded with more curiosity in his eyes now. “Well, I spoke to Carl last night and might have alluded to

[Third person POV] He was sure he was dreaming; it couldn’t be, Carl knew very well that Heath Duncan was not a man to want to be tied down. It is not what Heath specifically told him, but he had detected that his lifestyle was of a man that wanted to play around for long. But now he is not so very sure, maybe, maybe Heath fooled him, fooled him to break up with his girlfriend so he can steal her. “What did I tell you?” He hears a whisper; he has been busy staring at Heath Duncan flirt with Fiona all tour. “How did this happen? Like they are not really a thing, right?” Carl asked frantic, he was lost, he loved Fiona, she was an awesome girl, she loved him when he had nothing and built him to what he is now. But when he met Heath, he had admired his free lifestyle and Carl being a man that had never had women flock over him, he longed to be like Heath for a short while. “I don’t know, I think since this whole cruise started, ugh, bummer, I was thinking I could snatch Heath up, bu

[Fiona POV] I was woken up by Carl’s screaming, it seemed he and Heath had a little brawl, I had closed my eyes tightly hoping to sleep and not hear what they were arguing about, but it was no use as Carl’s idea of communication was yelling. The more dreadful thing to know was knowing that they were arguing about me, this is what I feared from the very beginning, though I owe Carl no loyalty, I didn’t have to cause this rift between him and Heath. I chose to ignore it, maybe if I do not acknowledge them, they will not confront me besides Heath clearly told me that he just wanted to play me from the very beginning so why should I help him. “Do not talk about Fiona like that you will regret it Carl, I am letting get away with talking to me like that because you are a very important person to me, but do not talk about Fiona like that ever.” I hear Heath roar. Just the sheer determination to get Carl to stop calling me names almost pains me, who knows if he is saying that to get me t