Damon

It was night by the time Frederick came up on deck, his face green. "Can we get off?" he asked, choosing his words carefully.

"Do you have someone to take us?" Alessandro asked, leaning back against the railings.

"We were supposed to go somewhere else," Frederick said. "I recognize it. It's on the coastline, so maybe we could just stop for a moment to get off."

"Show him when you're done talking to the captain," I told Alessandro. I turned back to the sea, watching the steady small waves the Mediterranean made against the ship.

"Boss," Miguel called out. "You need to look at this." He led me down...