“Dorsey is on her way up with the marriage license.”įorge looks at me, as if waiting for me to say something. The captain looks around the room, as if to buy himself time to respond. I just wanted to confirm that you, in fact, want me to perform a wedding ceremony right now. The captain looks just as shocked as I’m sure I do. Baptiste and me the great honor of marrying us.” The captain nods again, but with confusion this time. What in the actual fuck is he talking about? “And this ship is registered under the flag of a country that allows marriage at sea?” What the hell does that matter? Is he going to start diving for treasure and pull $10 million out of the ocean? “Captain, can you confirm for me that we’re in international waters?” The captain and Koba both stand near the massive steering wheel of the yacht. I follow him outside, along the side of the yacht, through a single glass door and then up two curving flights of stairs through another set of double doors. Right away, sir,” I say, my mocking quips not lost on the man, at least I assume not given his raised eyebrow before he leaves the salon. I expect a victorious smile to spread over his features, but instead, he just nods without even a hint of humor. I wait, on purpose, until he hits fifteen. I grit my teeth, because I want to say so many things, but none of those things are going to change the situation. After all, you did say you’d do anything, even sell your soul, to get your sister back, didn’t you?” My eyes widen, and I blink several times in quick succession. Not sexual in nature, but financially beneficial? Neither of those clues gives me any kind of assistance in solving the riddle that is Jericho Forge and what he wants in return for saving the person who matters most to me. “I will tell you, though,” he says, “it’s not sexual in nature, but it is something that will be financially beneficial to me.” I bite my lip because I have at least seventeen questions ready to fire off at him. He meets my gaze again, but this time, there’s no humor in his expression at all. He looks skyward, and I wonder if he’s trying to find the patience to deal with me. “I’ll bring your sister back to you safely, but in return, you have to do something for me, no questions asked.” He’s silent for another moment before he replies. He stands before me now, his arms crossed over his chest, studying me like he’s coming to some sort of decision. None of the creative passwords I tried worked either, including bigdickswinging69 and releasethekrakenwithindy. After that, I tried to use his computer, but unlike me, his shit is impossible to hack into.
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