This near-mechanical perfection is awe-inspiring, yet unsettling.
She's unlike a human, more akin to a preprogrammed aristocratic template.
The ferry has been sailing for over ten minutes, finally leaving territorial waters and officially entering the high seas.
The sea grows ever more vast, the sky is somber, and the clouds hang low.
Radio silence, GPS signals are also jammed.
All around is left only the intertwining sound of waves and wind creating a dead silence.
This means that, from this moment forward, everything happening on this ship will remain unknown to the outside world.
This is a lawless place, the perfect setting for hidden crimes, and also the ideal execution ground for ending lives.
Chloe Sinclair set up the automatic navigation system, her fingertips swiftly moving across the control panel. After confirming the course was correct, she turned abruptly, grabbing Vivian Sinclair's wrist with a brisk, decisive motion that brokered no refusal.
