Semua Bab Reborn to Bury Them at Sea: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"19 hours until Rosalind makes landfall.""Shut every freshwater tank valve in the hold and take out the backup generator. Don't leave so much as a candle or an emergency blanket."I stood in the second-deck corridor, giving orders to Mark Dalton, the mechanic the shipyard had sent."Ms. Grant, do you want me to service the ventilation in the hold too? The National Hurricane Center just issued its highest storm surge warning. Waves and rainfall like this come once in a century. If the hold isn't sealed properly, seawater will flow back through the vents."Mark wiped the rain from his forehead and gave the box of HD security cameras in my hand a puzzled look."Don't service it. Remove half of each gasket from the four check valves on the outside of the hold.""Remove the gaskets? But once the water rises, filthy water will flood straight into the hold! The hurricane will wash leeches, horsehair worms, and even flesh-eating bacteria out of the Everglades. If those bacteria get into an op

"Susie! Are you deaf? I told you to meet us in the parking lot! And you've just been standing there like a damn statue, watching us struggle?"Paul was the first one up the swaying gangplank. His expensive suit had lost its shape after being soaked in muddy water, and his hair was plastered to his forehead.When he saw me standing dry and neat under the awning, he flew into a rage and swung at my face."Smack!"The sharp sound rang out over the rain, but I wasn't the one who got hit.Taylor, standing beside me, stepped forward and caught Paul's wrist in his strong hand. With one small twist, he forced Paul to one knee on the deck, his face contorted in pain."Ow! My wrist! Let go! Let go of me! Susie, what kind of psycho did you hire? Tell him to let go!""Stop it, Taylor. This is my fiancé, Paul. How could you be so rough with him?"I gave a startled cry for show. Once Taylor let go, I took my time pulling out a tissue and bent down to wipe the mud off Paul's collar."I'm so sorry, Pa

"Susie? What are you eating? You're hiding up there eating steak all by yourself!"Martha snatched the receiver from Paul's hand, her voice rising to a screech."My family is down here freezing and starving, while you're up there stuffing your face, you classless bitch! Don't you have any respect for your elders? Bring that steak and hot soup down here. Now!""Mom, don't yell like that. You're scaring me."I finally spoke, and my voice echoed over the speakers through the bare hold."I've thought it over. Martha, you have a sensitive stomach, so you can't even stand the smell of black pepper. Ethan, you've got high blood pressure, so you shouldn't be eating rich, fatty meat. And Lily's on a diet. Eating late at night is bad for her skin."So, for the sake of your health, I guess I'll just have to enjoy this lovely dinner all by myself."The hold fell silent for two seconds. Then Lily started screaming hysterically."Bullshit! I'm not on a diet! Susie, have you lost your mind? You trick

"Boom!"Icy seawater, thick with rotting silt from the harbor floor, gushed into the hold from the ballast ports on both sides."Ah! More water? Susie, you evil bitch! Paul begged you for forgiveness, and you're still flooding the place!"Martha screamed like a stuck pig. In just ten minutes, the water rose from their knees to their waists and nearly covered the bottom bunk.Paul dropped his act of remorse. He scrambled to his feet in the water and grabbed the metal railing, desperately trying to haul himself onto the top bunk."Stay back! There's not enough room for us! Where the hell are we supposed to stand if you climb up here?"Ethan had always doted on his son, but as he watched the worm-infested water rise, survival was all he cared about. He kicked Paul in the shoulder."Dad! Why are you kicking me? I'm your son! There are leeches everywhere! You want me to die down here?"The kick nearly sent Paul falling backward into the water. His eyes blazing with rage, he grabbed Ethan's

The once-in-a-century Category 4 hurricane raged for three days and nights.Then came the morning of the fourth day.The wind and waves had finally died down. A streak of gold broke through the lead-gray clouds, and the long-absent sun lit up the waters off Florida.I changed into an off-white cashmere trench coat, slipped on a pair of spotless, soft lambskin ankle boots, and put on my sunglasses.Before leaving my suite on the top deck, I ran my fingers along the edge of my bag to make sure the title to my fully paid-off yacht and the two memory cards were inside.The air outside smelled of sea salt after the storm, damp and fresh.I had just sat down on the sofa on the top deck when I heard a low rumble in the distance.Two Coast Guard rescue helicopters and three marine police boats sped toward the Noah.Ten minutes later, a marine police captain came aboard with paramedics. I met them and handed over my ownership documents and the memory cards."Officer, I'm Susie Grant, the legal