Chapter 421

The Southern Cross's engines rumbled low and deep.

The luxury liner slowly pulled away from the dock.

The pirates ignored this, continuing their frenzied climb onto the ship.

Silent signals passed through the air.

Shadows lurking in the darkness slipped into the water, swimming toward the vessel like predatory fish.

"Stop that ship!"

Someone hissed the command.

The massive Southern Cross began turning in the water.

Even at full throttle, the colossal ship needed time to accelerate.

Timothy Gold gripped the railing.

He regretted not abandoning the Clemenson siblings sooner.

But it was too late for regrets now.

The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed across the deck.

The pirates had boarded.

Evelyn Laurent narrowed her eyes.

She and Ethan Sullivan hid in the shadows, observing the unfolding chaos.

"Something's wrong," Ethan murmured. "They're too organized."

The pirates moved with trained precision, fanning out strategically.

Some seized the bridge while others secured the deck.

The production crew retreated under the onslaught.

Blood began spreading across the wooden planks.

Evelyn dug her nails into her palms.

This was her ship.

Her island.

Now overrun by these lawless invaders.

"Don't act rashly." Ethan pressed a firm hand on her shoulder. "We'll split up."

He pointed toward the distance. "I'll draw them away."

"You take the boat."

Evelyn nodded.

Ethan suddenly burst from cover.

He shouted in Filipino dialect: "Someone escaped into the jungle!"

His voice carried sharply on the sea wind.

A dozen pirates immediately changed course.

The battle aboard the ship was nearing its end.

The production team had been forced into a corner.

The pirate leader waved a gun, counting captives.

Evelyn slipped silently into the water.

Icy ocean enveloped her.

The Southern Cross's shadow loomed overhead.

Like a shark, she glided toward her prey.