Chapter 3
Down in the yacht's engine room below, the massive diesel turbines gave a heavy, wheezing shudder before dying completely.
The warm deck lights flickered wildly for three seconds before shutting down, plunging the yacht into total darkness.
Only the red emergency backup lights clicked on, casting a blood-red glare over the mahogany decks and ocean water.
"Why are the engines stopping?!" Marcus screamed into the dark, rushing toward the bridge door.
The heavy steel door of the captain's quarters opened, and Captain Miller stepped out wearing his crisp white uniform.
"Mr. Vance, I just received an automated satellite directive from maritime maritime enforcement," Captain Miller reported grimly.
"The vessel's registry has been suspended by the Coast Guard due to suspected financial fraud."
"I am legally obligated to turn the helm over to the court-appointed receiver immediately."
Marcus grabbed the captain by his crisp collar, his dark hair disheveled as sweat poured down his forehead.
"I pay your salary, Miller!" Marcus roared into the captain's face. "Drive this boat back to the harbor right now!"
Captain Miller calmly removed Marcus's hands from his shirt, his expression rigid and professional.
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"Your paycheck bounced four seconds ago, Mr. Vance," Captain Miller replied flatly.
"Mrs. Vance is currently the sole paying client on this ship."
