Page 103 of Devilish Debt
As in…Écume de mer Éternité?!
Quickly tipping the tiny piece over, I aggressively dig and dig and dig, hope racing around my ribs.
My frantically beating heart.
All I need is a piece.
One.
Teeny.
Tiny.
Piece.
Somethingfrom the wreckage toprovewhen we know where it is, where to keep searching.
Yeah, I have this hunk of wood, but that’s not enough.
Iknowthat won’t be sufficient.
Burrowing more frenziedly and feverishly is a high risk – due to increasing the chance of suffocating from using too much oxygen at the wrong time – however the possible reward is worth it.
Keeping Zeroaliveis worth it.
Fuckme…keeping us all aliveand togetheris worth the potential broken ribs from the CPR I’m probably gonna need.
An unanticipated resistance unexpectedly reveals itself prompting me to move around more sand.
Search the immediate area around it.
Find and locate the perimeters of the small unseen object until I can be more certain about removing it from its gritty home.
One tug is thankfully all I need to completely unveil the small, round, gold signet ring I’ve stumbled upon, and one closer look reveals to me the royal Hoalkey emblem that seals our fate like the signet itself would a decree.
I fucking found it.
I fucking found the shipwreck.
Chapter 20
Zero
I’m great with computers.
Code.
Fashion.
Animals.
Orange crackers.
Even being someone’s favorite dirty little, never talk about, perfect for blackmail secret.
The shit I’m not great with?
Patience.
