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We drove to a snack and ordered our food and drinks. I don't know how but something shocking happened. Lyod must have arranged with the service and given her a diamond ring to put into glory's food. As we were eating, Lloyd could not stop looking at glory to see if she would notice the ring already. It looks like his idea was failing him but he kept cool. Later we heard a loud shout from glory, Laura::Glory what is it? Glory::I think stones are in my food. John::How come? It's very impossible for that to happen here. My brother and I have come here so many times, haven't we? Bro.

The little mouse replied confidently, certain he could control himself and pinpoint the location of any treasure on the pirate ship. "Look over there, my friend—isn’t that a chest? And my gut tells me that chest contains some pretty decent treasure. But now it looks a bit empty—what should we do, my friend?" the little bird asked the little mouse, who had fallen silent. "Damn, who’s that..." Before the pirate king could finish speaking, the little mouse appeared before him. Then, with one hand, the little mouse grabbed the man by the throat while glaring coldly at him.

3:03 AM. I was still as wide awake as I'd been three hours ago. As soon as my brain registered the photo, I'd rushed over to my room and hurriedly taken out the shoebox that held my priceless treasures. I'd sighed with relief when I'd found the small t-shirt untouched, still in the same condition like I'd kept it in. It was the only thing I still had to bind me to my Mickey. Then I'd proceeded to examine the evidences that would confirm my suspicions.

Dave said with a smile as he looked at me. Once again, I was taken aback. “Treasure island? Wait? Did you say you acquired it?“ I asked, almost in tears. Treasure Island was a small island that had been trending everywhere. It was such a small piece of land in the middle of the sea. Everyone was dying to visit it. I was sure that no amount of money could ever allow anyone to own a piece there. Dave rolled his eyes at me. “Someone told me that she would give me a kiss if I brought her to Treasure Island,” he said.

It was Micheal. I picked up the picture with trembling hands and ran my finger over the glass. His smile in the photo was so real, so full. I had never seen him smile like that around me not even once. And then I saw a small necklace, resting in a velvet box beside the photo. It was silver, shaped like a half spear and Travis had a tattoo of that on his shoulder. It was small but I had noticed it. The necklace was Simple but beautiful and I wondered who owned it.

"This place is fucking cool. So is this like Tracy Island then? Do we get little fucking Thunderbird hats or what?" Mark laughed. It was good to have his friends back around him again, even if it felt like getting hit by a tidal wave of expletives and enthusiasm. "Follow me, and prepare to be amazed." Mark led them along the pier and up off the beach, managing to keep Ant from bombing off the pier or stealing a speedboat by promising to take them out later. They hit him with question after question all the way up the hill until they turned on the path to face the main house.

Mickey laughed. "Cut the bullshit and tell us what you want," I demanded. "6 million dollars, cash. Give us that and we will return the babies to you. No problem," he said. "Where do you want us to bring it?" Ivan asked without hesitation. "Straight to the point huh? I like that. I'll text you the instructions. And don't bother trying to trace this call. You won't find it I promise. Do as I say and your babies will be back to you safe and sound," Mickey said and hung up.

I won’t do it. Ashton clenched his jaw, clearly reluctant, but I wasn’t budging. If he didn’t agree, there’d be no honeymoon. Eventually, he gave in. ‘Fine. We’ll take them.’ His shoulders slumped, his voice suddenly flat. Minnie and Mickey, on the other hand, lit up like sparklers. ‘Really? We’re going to Sereia Cay? That’s amazing! I heard the beach is beautiful, the seafood’s delicious, and the aquarium is huge,’ Minnie gushed, talking a mile a minute.

I looked at Micah and said softly, "Micah, do you mind if I call you Micky from now on?" Essel burst out laughing, "Micky... I love Micky Mouse! Ms. Chancey, trust me. My brother is as smart as Micky!" Micah's eyes held disbelief.

Maverick said as he pointed to a big, black cargo ship. “Very subtle.” I observed. “Actually, it is. It brings supplies to another island behind ours. It makes an unscheduled stop randomly. We started walking down the hill, towards the boat. My eyes were surveying the area, looking for someone I knew. I had nothing. There were wolves everywhere but none that I recognized. As we got closer, I started paying attention to what was being loaded. Cages of monkeys, wooden crates that said “flammable” and “Fragile”. There were more animals off to the side in cages that I could hear. Sounded like a lion or cheetah.