The engine room of the ship was cloaked in an eerie silence as Rafe, fueled by a desire for revenge and making his dad proud, clutched his gaff hook. He was determined to capture a pogue that had made it on board, mainly you. The ship rocked against the waves but he moved with the motion.

He swiftly moved through the narrow passageway of the engine room. Metal poles separated the flooring into makeshift paths. Rafe shoved the gaff hook through the spaces, trying to catch someone behind it.

A frustrated huff escaped his mouth. The air was thick with tension, sweat rolling down his forehead. With each passing moment, his frustration burned brighter, pushing him further in his pursuit. Rafe’s heart thumped in his chest as adrenaline coursed through his veins.

As he prowled deeper into the bowels of the ship, his mind raced. The tip of the hook scraped against the metal ground. “Come on out, pogue.” He spoke into the room, knowing you were close. You had to be.