"I heard that the girls are not on the ship."

Damien had made sure to be check the island for the last time to avoid any sort of jeopardy for the master plan which he had in stock. It was the D-day and he was standing at the Dock, staring at the super big cruise ship which was about to take off.

There was Matthew standing on the deck of the ship, staring at him. Damien would look from one place to the other as though he was trying to confirm something. It was quite hard to tell what was going on in his mind.

DO YOU THINK ANYTHING WILL GO WRONG?

He asked in his thoughts. He waited for a while. He didn't get the response that he wanted.

ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO SCREEN MY QUESTIONS? YOU WOULDN'T GIVE ME A RESPONSE?

He pushed further.

SHOULD I REGRET THE FACT THAT I LET YOU GO TO THE ISLAND SCOTFREE? IS THAT WHY YOU THINK YOU CAN ---

~ why do you nag like a bitch, bro? can't you keep the fuck shut?! shouldn't you tell by my silence that nothing is going to happen? aren't you wise? shouldn't you be able to tell the difference? ~

Da