Chapter 85: THIRD POV.
Meanwhile, on another part of the ocean, Douglas had a moody look on his face as he sat within the small, cramped confines of a lifeboat.
He leaned his back against the edge of the boat, feeling every dip and sway of the water.
Watching with a sour expression as two of his men continued to row.
Their arms moved back and forth in a slow, tired rhythm, the oars splashing weakly into the blue water.
He had been stuck out here for who knew how long.
The hot sun and salty air beating at him constantly.
Every bone in his body ached, and his skin was starting to peel from the ever present heat.
'At this rate, it'll be months before we find land again,' he thought to himself, a grim look on his face.
He stared at the horizon, but there was nothing to see but more water.
It was a flat, blue circle that never seemed to end.
The ocean, or should I say, the Blueberry Sea, was unimaginably vast.
