He had been so close to getting back home with the gold until that Pogue got in his way and jeopardized the entire thing. And now he was stuck stranded on a remote, desolate part of Barbados after the storm wrecked his boat.

He looks up as you pace along the beach, scanning the horizon for any sign of rescue.

She turns to face him, “This is your fault. You just had to go after the gold.”

His jaw almost drops, “Like I wanted to get stuck out here with you? We’ll be fine. I’ll think of something.”

She gives him a withering look, clearly unimpressed by his bravado.

“Think again. You can’t just throw money at this problem, rich boy. No one’s coming to save us. We need a plan.”

He glares, hating that you’re right. He’s used to being in control, but here, he’s powerless.

He sighs grudgingly, “Fine. What do we do?”