Island Wife Stealing

Winter.

Outside the window, snowflakes danced, and the cold wind was biting. It was already late; the branches of the trees in the garden,
thick with snow, were blurred into a dim twilight. The windows, front and back, were wide open,
letting in not only the chill but also the darkness.

The old table lamp stood on the table, untouched by anyone. Against the backdrop of the fluttering curtains,
it resembled a long, black silhouette. The air inside was silent and stifling, the chill and the twilight intensifying simultaneously.

The protagonist, Amon, sat on the sofa. The wine glass he had been holding had long since fallen to the floor. His
gaze was unconsciously fixed on the window, enveloped in countless shadows. He had been sitting there since afternoon;
the room was long since cold, yet he remained in a thin, long nightgown, his body already succumbing
to the chill. But he had no desire to move; he wanted to remain still.

A moment later, the door opened, letting in light. At the doorway stood Amon's wife, Alan, who had just returned from the hospital,
holding a surgical abortion certificate. She looked quietly at Amon, a surge of love welling up within her. She slowly
walked to Amon's side, knelt down, and gently rested her face on his knees, her long hair flowing gracefully
.

Amon turned his head, gently stroking his wife's hair, his gaze fixed on the setting sun. He seemed to feel
the cold wind outside had lost its chill, and the twilight seemed even more beautiful. The abortion
certificate that had been on the coffee table had been blown out the window and was nowhere to be seen. All of that was in the past, and a new life awaited them!

Beginning:

Last night, a mysterious fire burned Amon's bar to ashes. Amon sat on the ground, overwhelmed with bitterness
. In the distance, his wife ran, calling his name, but even when she reached him, Amon did not get up.

His wife knelt down, gently holding Amon's forearms. "Husband, don't be discouraged. Cheer up, we
can start over!"

she comforted him. At that moment, Amon's beautiful vision shattered. This was
the culmination of years of hard work, his reliance on a bright future, his every aspiration! All gone.

"Sigh..." A sigh expressed Amon's unspoken emotions. He and his wife stood up simultaneously, taking one last
look at the devastation, bowing their heads, and with his wife's support, turning away dejectedly.

A month later, Amon sold the bar for a pittance. The bar owner's demands left him with almost nothing
. He sought help everywhere, hoping to rebuild. But the absence of friends, the avoidance of relatives—in the blink of an eye,
Amon's world changed completely. The laughter and joy of the past were gone, replaced only by mockery, bystanders, and the loneliness of
his family.

A week later, Amon suddenly lost his strength and became unsteady on his feet. He stayed home, refusing to work, spending his
days drinking cheap liquor, in a daze…

In the afternoon,

Amon lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, listlessly lost in thought. Then,
the door opened. “Honey, I’m home,” his wife’s enthusiastic voice rang out.

She came in and placed a pile of things on the table. Amon looked at them; this was his wife’s
earnings for the day. He now relied on his wife’s odd jobs to support him. He felt guilty, but mostly
grateful. He got out of bed, went to his wife, pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her waist,
kissed her forehead, and then gazed at her intently.

This was his wife’s favorite way of being intimate. Her expression was full of emotion, her eyes shining
as she looked at Amon.

“Honey, eat it while it’s hot, it’ll get cold soon,” his wife said softly. But her hand gradually
moved to Amon's waist, feeling the familiar affection, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. Amon didn't move; he too
was savoring the moment. —At least I still have her—Amon kept thinking this…

After the tender moment, Amon sat down and began to wolf down his food, his wife watching him intently. Amon
was very handsome, with sharp features and a touch of refined elegance; calling him a beauty wouldn't be an exaggeration. At 1.7
meters tall, he was slender and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and flexible arms that offered a soft, comforting embrace.
Beneath his handsome face, his pointed chin rested perfectly against her forehead. These features not only rekindled her initial infatuation but also
brought a blush to her face, a result of past memories.

After a moment of surprise, she realized Amon was watching her. His handsome appearance made her eyes flicker
, and she quickly lowered her gaze, her heart pounding. She placed a small piece of food between her lips and chewed lightly, her face gradually
warming. Ammon broke off a chicken leg and placed it in front of his wife, then lowered his head and began to chew it heartily.

His wife's lips curled into a smile, her eyes glancing at Ammon, her eyelashes arching. Their eyes met again
, and Ammon, his mouth full of grease, froze, staring blankly, a question mark in his eyes. In that moment of stillness, his wife
placed her small hand under her nose and chuckled softly.

Ammon, bewildered, just stared blankly. His wife said, "Eat slowly, I'll get you some water."

After she got up and left, Ammon's mouth began to move again. His wife, behind him, went to get water
, and the sight of him wolfing down his food made her face show a delightful, endearing joy.

They had been married for five years. Ammon was two years younger than her; at 21, he was a bartender. A
chance encounter at a bar brought them together.

Ammon had fallen for her then, and she was also attracted to his charmingly simple-minded appearance. The bar
was crowded, including many wealthy men who were madly in love with her. Amon, lacking both sweet talk and
money, was anxious and could only watch helplessly as she, surrounded by elegantly dressed women, furrowed her brow and painedly wiped
her wine glass.

Amon's expression was clear to her; though physically present, her heart was elsewhere, and she constantly longed to be near him
, wanting to know everything about him. They frequently glanced at each other, but she couldn't look away, while Amon
lowered his head, his heart pounding silently.

Amon was deeply in love with her. In an atmosphere of mutual attraction, arranged by the matchmaker's gentle touch,
the intertwined red thread pulled her to Amon's side. Their eyes met, and love blossomed.
Flame. In their subsequent interactions, they went from acquaintances to unspoken understanding, finally walking hand in hand down the aisle
.

She wasn't from a wealthy family, just a temporary office worker, which deeply moved Amon.
The moment the ring adorned his finger, Amon felt his life had been worthwhile. Amon wasn't good with words, but his handsome appearance and
sincere demeanor were enough to win her over
. She believed that introverted boys had passionate hearts, were genuine, and could be trusted—ten or even a hundred times better than those smooth-talking, inwardly hungry males.

Their life together was filled with sweet, affectionate care, but even more so with his wife's meticulous
tenderness, encouragement, and support. She guided Amon's comfort and ease, which warmed his heart, and he
threw himself wholeheartedly into his bar business, vowing to buy his wife a large house and countless gifts
for her. But fortune and misfortune are predestined. After this incident, the penniless Amon was still somewhat dazed…

Afterwards, they put down their chopsticks.

“Amon, let’s go for a walk,” his wife said.

“Wife, I’m a little tired, I want to rest…” Before Amon could finish speaking, his wife grabbed
his arm, playfully and affectionately pulling him outside.

Amon knew that his wife wanted him to go out
and clear his head. Seeing his wife’s caring and expectant gaze, the depressed Amon could only follow his beloved wife’s wishes and head towards their destination.

Huge reefs stood along the coast, and between the reefs was soft sand. The waves crashed against the rocks
, making a tearing sound, and the sand was brought in and carried away by the waves. Alan held Amon ’s arm and walked barefoot in the waves, the white spray turning into many small bubbles
on their feet . 　　Alan looked up, smiling joyfully at Amon, and said happily, "Amon, I love the sea so much! It's magical, isn't it?" Amon 　　nodded in agreement. Seeing this, his wife moved a short distance away from Amon, standing in the middle of the waves. The sea breeze made her dress flutter, complementing her exquisite face, which seemed to shimmer with youthful beauty in the sunset's glow. 　　"Amon, am I pretty?" his wife asked with a smile. 　　"Pretty, you're the most pretty," Amon's voice was somewhat somber, but truly sincere. 　　"Liar, you're not telling the truth," his wife pretended to be angry. 　　She lowered her head, her toes darting in the waves like white silver snakes. Seeing this, Amon came to his wife's side, saying tenderly, "Alan, you don't know how beautiful you are when you smile. Smile more, I want to see." 　　Amon said earnestly. His wife's lowered face softened, her cunning eyebrows relaxing. Amon took her arm around her slender waist, and they walked shoulder to shoulder in the waves of the beach. As they passed a reef, a wave rolled in, almost soaking her dress. She screamed, laughing, and ran ashore, standing where the waves couldn't reach her, laughing for no reason, as if she were laughing simply because she wanted to. 　　Rounding another reef, she suddenly vanished. Amon went over, but couldn't find his wife . Then, she popped her head out on the other side, covering her lips and laughing heartily. Amon hurried over, but still couldn't see her; it was as if he had seen a phantom. 　　Amon's heart was stirred. He chased after her, but she hid behind another reef. And so they wandered in circles among the reefs, playing hide-and-seek. 　　Just before being discovered, the wife, with a barely suppressed laugh, ran straight out, her laughter like a lark's song echoing merrily along the coastline. An exasperated Amon quickly gave chase, and they ran one after the other, enjoying the ride. Amon caught up with his wife, grabbed her, and the two tumbled onto the sand, panting , laughing, and shouting. Then, suddenly, their laughter ceased, and they simply gazed deeply, deeply into each other's eyes. 　　Amon pressed Alan's hands firmly into the sand, passionately kissing his wife's fragrant lips, then nestled against her chest, grateful for the beauty she brought him—something that could not be shared and could not be taken away … 　　As the sun began to set, the two walked hand in hand, at this romantic and elegant juncture of their love, their hearts filled with each other, with their future together. The tide receded gently, seemingly unwilling to disturb their intimacy or hinder their journey, merely listening to their whispers, its waves smiling in layers of white foam. 　　"Amon, look, the tide is going out," Amon turned his head to look. 　　"The tide rises and falls, good times pass quickly," his wife said to him again. 　　"Yes, the tide rises and falls, the true meaning of life. People always lose something, gain something, want something. Time flies, years pass quickly, and all the beautiful and happy things need to be cherished, because some things cannot be measured." 　　Amon pondered this, gradually finding peace. Finally, the gloom on his head disappeared in the receding tide, replaced by clear eyes. 　　"Xiaolan, let's go out and play. It's been so long since 　　we've gone out to relax." "Okay, okay, let's go tomorrow!" his wife happily agreed, her hands clasped behind her back, bouncing in front of him, mostly showing her joy at Amon's improved mood. Amon watched from behind Xiaolan , feeling mostly moved. 　　The next morning, the two, having spent the night in passion, lay embracing in the warm bed. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating their faces. They were both awake, their sleepiness fading, but they didn't want to leave each other, a faint smile on their faces, hazy with blissful intimacy. 　　Amon opened his eyes and looked over. His wife, Xiaolan, nestled against his chest like a docile kitten. Amon's hand stroked Xiaolan's fair, slender arm. She twitched her nose, and gradually, a smile appeared on her face as she leaned closer. Amon kissed Xiaolan's forehead, gazing at the ceiling, reflecting on their good fortune and happiness. Slowly, they drifted back into sleep, peaceful and warm… 　　When the sun was high in the sky, Xiaolan woke first, now drawing circles on Amon's handsome face, very...

It was true, Ah Meng was soon awakened by the drawing. He was squinting, enjoying his wife's actions.

"Handsome guy, time to get up, the sun's already high in the sky!" Xiao Lan said,

her fingers playfully rubbing back and forth on Ah Meng's nose, getting faster and
faster with a mischievous glint in her eye. Ah Meng opened his eyes, responded, and quickly pressed himself against Xiao Lan, using both hands to
playfully wrestle. They were in a great mood; sheets and blankets were scattered on the floor, pillows flew through the air, and
screams and laughter echoed in the room. Naked, they chased and played, still wanting more.

When they got tired, they lay on the bed to rest, panting, occasionally slapping each other playfully. Finally, Xiao
Lan lay on Ah Meng's stomach, raising her arms like a victor, her small hands gesturing towards the ceiling
, then lowering them, crossing her arms in front of her chest, her fingers twitching.

Amon was exhausted. In every playful fight, he always came out on the losing end, not because he couldn't win, but because he was content with
it. Even as the force increased, he always held back, ultimately surrendering to the beauty's waving hands, then
reigniting the playful brawl.

The windows were closed, and the sounds of horns outside were incessant. It was past noon, and the room was hot.
Alan got up to open the window, but Amon stopped her. He moved cautiously to the window,
carefully glancing left and right. Alan, seeing this, chuckled.

Seeing that the surroundings were safe, Amon opened the window wide, letting in a refreshing breeze. He turned to
look at Alan, his gaze shifting up and down. Alan, who had always been open and outgoing, suddenly became reserved,
and then blushed deeply. Alan said, "Don't look, you bad guy, turn around!"

Amon said, "I won't turn around, I like to look, it's beautiful!"

"Hmph, you bad guy!" Alan said as she walked into the bath, her flushed face carrying a natural smile.

Amon watched his wife leave, so vibrant and beautiful, so incredibly beautiful, truly showcasing the unique contours of a woman,
smooth and rounded, delicate and white, firm and supple, all of this swirling before Amon's eyes. Her steps were light and graceful
, her flowing hair seemed to dance in the air, the crystallization of art arousing Amon's masculinity, a call of desire
, a vivid bridge leading straight to the depths. He rushed into the bath. From inside came a gentle resistance, gradually,
being washed by the bathwater into a nurturing posture.

In the afternoon.

"Wife, are you done yet? How many people do you want to die of beauty from?" Amon urged.

At this moment, Alan was dressing herself at the vanity, like a blooming lotus flower, rising from the mud unsullied. Upon hearing
Amon's voice, his wife glared at him, saying, "Hey, don't rush, you're so annoying."

This single glance made Amon instantly invigorated and captivated. Alan was so beautiful; he couldn't resist walking over and
touching her hair, gazing at his beautiful wife in the mirror.

"Alright, alright!" Alan said, gently smoothing her long, willow-like hair twice as she stood up.

"You're so impatient!" Alan said angrily. Amon chuckled foolishly.

"What are you laughing at?" his wife asked.

"Alan is beautiful!" Amon replied.

Alan was delighted and sweet-sounding. She took Amon's arm, called out, and the two went downstairs
, started the car, and headed towards the travel agency.

This city was a tourist hotspot, and the area Amon and his wife were going to was the most bustling, with a constant flow of people
. Tour groups, led by their flags, weaved through the traffic, experiencing
the leisure and relaxation that was about to begin.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Amon and his wife were browsing through a dazzling array of travel advertisements, comparing prices and options
.

Amon had just gone bankrupt, so the couple didn't want to choose expensive tour packages with many options; they were simply wandering
between travel agencies offering lower prices, listening to the tour guides' flashy but ultimately unrealistic introductions.

More than an hour had passed, and the couple was quite frustrated as they still hadn't made a choice. Just then, not
far away, a seemingly large travel agency was advertising, its loudspeaker blasting loudly, drowning out
the noise of the bustling crowd and attracting a large number of people.

It turned out that this travel company was expanding its business, promoting a tour package to a partnered scenic spot. Limited spots were available,
with a 40% discount. The location was a secluded tourist destination, and the package included cruise transfers, a clean tour, 3 hours of free spa treatment
, a special bonfire party, and a series of other special offers.

After hearing all this, Amon and Alan were intrigued. They discussed it together and found the travel
agency to be very affordable. Finally, they made their decision. They noticed many people had already paid and signed up. Alan urged
Amon to sign up quickly, and Amon squeezed into the crowded queue. Luckily, he managed to get
one of the last two discount coupons.

Under Alan's expectant gaze, Amon approached her, waving the coupons. Alan took them
with delight. The price was not only affordable but would also allow them to enjoy their trip more. Most importantly, they
could enjoy some time alone together.

As night fell, Amon and Alan sat on a bench at the travel agency, waiting for the staff's arrangements. Their
luggage, which they had retrieved, had been loaded onto the ship, and they were now happily celebrating.

The handsome couple attracted a lot of attention, especially Alan, whose beauty was captivating. Like a flower
in full bloom, her beauty faded in an instant, her life a fleeting summer.

Now, Alan's youthful naiveté is long gone. Time has nurtured her like a blossoming flower, vibrant as a summer
bloom—a stunning beauty, captivating and graceful, a lotus emerging from the water. The word "pretty" here would be
an understatement, even now she still wears a baseball cap.

Alan's face is lightly made up, her eyeshadow perfectly applied, her pink lips perfectly sensual, her
face a classic oval shape, intelligent almond-shaped eyes, and her long, black hair cascades down to her waist, the
soft, wavy ends waiting to reveal a voluminous, sexy look when she removes her cap, radiating beauty.

The long, tight-fitting t-shirt with its polka-dot three-tone lace detailing on the chest makes her already fair skin appear even more
delicate. In the sweltering summer heat, her fair skin and perfect curves always leave a lasting impression.
The youthful exuberance of her youth was evident in her S-shaped figure, which seemed to trouble the woman. Her 2.2-foot waist was incredibly slender, almost
boneless, and flowed gracefully down her back.

Below her full hips, long, white legs accentuated her rounded,
firm buttocks. Her only concern was her prominent G-cup breasts; under the gaze of others, when would they stop
blushing, stop feeling shy?

However, now, concealed by the polka dots on her clothing, they blended naturally, radiating a graceful beauty, no longer blushing
, and untouchable. This couple was so perfectly matched that it even prompted male couples to compare their own lovemaking
– perhaps it was just luck.

*Whoosh…*

The cruise ship's horn sounded outside, followed by a tour guide in a navy blue dress who urged
everyone to board the ship in an orderly fashion. Alan and Amon arrived at their booked room. The moment the door closed, Alan
flopped onto the bed, screaming loudly. Then she quickly sat up and excitedly raised her hands to the porthole
.

Amon was also delighted; he followed, touching Alan's lower abdomen with his hands, and also looked outside. The ship
's horn sounded again, and the ship slowly moved away from the bustling city, sailing into
the depths of the ocean. At that moment, colorful lights flashed around the porthole, and sparks drifted into the sea.

"Fireworks! Amon, let's go see!" Alan said.

"Come on, let's go see!"

On the deck, a large crowd had gathered, men and women alike gazing at the beautiful scene in the sky.

"Wow, so beautiful!" Alan exclaimed excitedly.

She grabbed Amon's hand and ran to the railing. Then, a series of fireworks shot straight up like rainbows, flashing bright and colorful lights in the night
, drawing cheers and exclamations of amazement. The host then began his opening remarks:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to say a few words. On behalf of myself, Captain Xia, and his crew, I warmly
welcome you aboard the maiden voyage of the Dream Girl."

"Oh...ah..."—the passengers cheered joyfully. "The dozens of
staff members on this cruise ship share only one goal: to make your dreams a reality. Tonight, seeing you all
so beautiful and elegant, I sincerely thank you for making my dream come true. I also wish you all
the best and that all your wishes come true. For you all, for the Dream Girl, may this wonderful time last forever!"

Whoosh...a series of fireworks danced in the air. Amidst the cheers of the passengers, singing,
dancing, acrobatics, and delicious food were brought to the platform, filling everyone with joy.

Amon and Alan weaved through the crowd, sharing food with each other, clapping and cheering with others
, taking photos, and having a wonderful time. The two remained savoring the experience until late into the night,
too excited to sleep in their room.

On the open sea, the once calm surface rippled. Displaced seagulls cried out in the distance,
flying in like arrows before their cries faded into the distance. Inside the cockpit, Captain Xia and the third
mate were drinking and chatting, complaining about past work experiences.

"Damn it, if the coast guard hadn't caught that smuggling operation in the shallows last time, I'd probably
be living the high life right now!"

"Alright, Brother Xia, if you hadn't reacted quickly and jumped overboard, you might be in jail right now
." – The third mate.

"I reacted quickly, damn it, you're smarter than a weasel, you were the first one to run away, and you didn't even
give me a warning, almost got me caught!" – Captain Xia.

"I didn't see you then, there wasn't enough time," said the Third Officer.

"Tch," said Old Xia.

"Brother Xia, don't be angry," the Third Officer casually lit a cigarette for Old Xia. "Ah, I really miss
those days in the harbor," said Old Xia.

"Missing Widow Wang, huh? Hehe, did you notice? There's a young lady on the ship, wow, she's amazing
, she even took a picture with me," said the Third Officer.

"Hmm? Let me see, wow, this girl's got curves, big boobs, oh my, that's really something," said Old Xia.

"Brother Xia, are you thinking of…?" said the Third Officer.

"Stop, this isn't like before, times have changed, don't you dare mess

around," said Old Xia. "Oh, I was just saying, I've got nothing better to do," said the Third Officer.

"But this little girl is really good, if he does this... and then this... hahaha!"

Old Xia and the third mate were exaggerating their lewd talk when a light rain began to fall,
lightning flashed in the distance, and the satellite weather system in the cockpit flashed a red exclamation mark—a storm was approaching.
Meanwhile, they were still fantasizing about the beautiful Alan on their phones. Suddenly, they each started watching
selfies taken by their old flames, unaware of the impending danger.

In a guest room deep in the corridor, Amon and Alan were on the warm bed, looking at their selfies from earlier that day, reminiscing about
the funny things that had happened. After a while, perhaps due to excitement, or perhaps due to the alcohol, Amon's hand
wandered to Alan's thigh, his warm lips brushing against her face like willow branches.

"What are you doing, Amon?" Alan asked. "Hehe, Alan, let's have a child!" Amon replied. 　　"Oh dear, we're on a ship!" Alan exclaimed. "

It 　　's okay, it's the same there, come on, give me a kiss!" Amon said. 　　"No, you bad guy! Ah! Haha..." Alan and Amon cried out. 　　"Wait a minute, I'm going to take a shower first. Oh, you're so impatient." 　　Alan broke free and headed towards the bathroom. She glanced back at Amon, her anxious expression making her chuckle softly. Then, she gracefully walked towards the bathroom door. As she closed the door, her full, slender figure curved in a beautiful circle just before the doorframe closed, teasing Amon's heart. Just as Amon was about to enter, the latch clicked, stopping his advances... 　　Twenty minutes later, Alan, showering in the rain, felt the boat gently swaying from side to side, but didn't pay much attention. However , the longer it went on, the more intense the swaying became. Then, the shampoo in the bathroom spilled on the floor, followed by Amon's...

A knock sounded at the door, the voice urgently calling her name.

Alan quickly tidied herself up and opened the door. Suddenly, Amon darted to the right, disappearing to the side.
Alan then saw the lamp flickering intermittently on the floor.

"Alan, come out quickly, I feel something's wrong," said Amon.

"Huh? What is it?" asked Alan.

"Look outside," said Amon.

Alan followed Amon's gaze and saw, outside the porthole, surging waves crashing against the ship's hull,
splashing spray. Dark clouds filled the sky, and during thunderstorms, the ocean's waves could be seen
rising and falling fiercely, seemingly ablaze in the bottomless sea.

Just then, a commotion arose at the door. Amon opened it and saw the manager trying to calm and reassure the passengers. The passengers
were very nervous; the sounds of children crying, adults talking, angry shouts, and fear mingled together in a chaotic
din. In the cockpit above them, Old Xia stared helplessly at the compass and weather satellite.

"Damn it, bad start, so disheartening! We've run into an 8-level typhoon, and this crappy ship, it's not even on the edge yet, it's definitely
going to capsize!"—Old Xia.

"What do we do, boss?"—Third Officer.

They were now approaching the red alert zone, facing an even bigger storm.

"Ugh, too late, abandon ship! If we wait any longer, there'll be no chance of survival!"—Old Xia.

"This…"—Third Officer.

"What are you standing there for? Run and you're going to die!"—Old Xia said angrily.

"What about them?"—Third Officer.

"Damn it, they can't even save themselves, and they're wasting time worrying about others. Go ahead and be a saint if you want, but
don't blame me if you die!"—Old Xia.

"Hey, Old Xia, wait for me…"—Third Officer.

Without even sounding the alarm, they put on their life jackets and rushed to the gunwales, preparing to unload the inflatable boats.
Just as they were leaving, the manager's voice came through the intercom in the cockpit...

Passengers in the corridor, persuaded by the manager, gradually returned to their cabins. After closing the door, Amon saw his wife
at the porthole. She turned around, "Amon, come quickly!"—Alan.

Amon went over and saw two men at the ship's side preparing to unload lifeboats. Amon immediately recognized
one of them as Captain Xia, and the other, Alan recognized, was the third mate she had taken a picture with.

One of them boarded the lifeboat and pulled the rope, while the other frantically cranked the lever. Seeing this,
Amon and Alan immediately guessed what the two men were up to.

Amon said, "Alan, quickly put on your clothes, I'll go tell the manager."

"Honey, be careful,"—Alan.

Amon rushed to the manager's office after opening the door, but found no one there. Just as he was about to return, he saw
a person run out of the other cabin door, soaking wet. He hurriedly grabbed a life
jacket from the cabinet and then ran back the way he came.

Amon recognized the person immediately—it was the manager. His actions filled Amon with
a bad feeling. He quickly ran back to the bedroom. His wife had already changed and was watching the manager and the others
frantically trying to escape.

"Honey, look! It's the manager!"—Alan.

Amon looked and quickly grabbed Alan's hand. "Honey," Alan whispered.

"Don't say anything, come with me! The ship seems to be in danger; they're escaping for their lives!"—Amon.

The ship was rocking even more violently now, and the hull could be heard rattling. On the instruments in the cockpit
, the cruise ship's coordinates were about to enter the red zone...

Amon pulled Alan along and ran forward quickly, shouting loudly and knocking on the guests' doors.
After the tourists came out, Amon told everyone what had happened. Some were scared, some didn't believe it, some
cursed because they were disturbed, and some even tried to hit Amon.

Amon had no choice but to first put a life jacket on his wife, grab one for himself, and then shout
, "Believe me, okay? I really saw them running for their lives! Everyone, run for your lives!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Really? Look how badly the ship is rocking, if... no way."

Everyone chimed in. Only a few people came to get life jackets, and Amon pulled all the life jackets
to the ground.

"Everyone, come quick, get..."—Amon.

A rumbling and creaking sound came, the ship was already tilting at a 30-degree angle, and everyone was swaying to the side. Suddenly,
someone shouted, "The ship is sinking! I saw the captain and the others running for their lives!"—a passenger.

Upon hearing this, chaos erupted as passengers scrambled for life jackets. A deafening roar and creaking sound filled the air
…

"Amon, let's hurry!"—Alan urged.

As Amon led Alan outside, seawater crashed against them. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and a fierce
wind whipped through the air, throwing them aside.

"Alan, are you alright?" Amon asked.

"Honey, I'm alright!" Alan replied.

After helping Alan up, Amon looked around and saw Captain Xia and the others on the other side. He led Alan
, stumbling and getting up repeatedly in the raging wind, towards them. Just then, in the distance,
a colossal wave was forming, its massive surging upwards. Amon and Alan both saw it.

"Honey!" Alan whispered.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Amon said firmly.

There was no time to get there. Amon told his wife to hold onto the railing. A few meters away was a lifebuoy. Amon
climbed over, took it off, and returned to his wife, putting it on her.

Knowing his wife couldn't swim, Amon took off his shirt and tied it, along with the lifebuoy
, to Alan to prevent her from slipping.

"Honey, what about yours?" Alan asked.

"It's okay, I can swim, I'm right here beside you," Amon replied.

Amon looked at the towering waves. It was too late now, and there was no time for excessive emotion. Amon pulled her...
Holding Alan's hand, they went to the gunwale. Alan went over first, the waves crashing against them; one wrong step
and they would be swept into the water.

Finally, Alan gripped Amon's hand tightly, and Amon held on just as tightly. They looked at each other, and
before the giant wave hit, they jumped overboard, disappearing into the distance.

Meanwhile, Captain Xia and his crew, just as they were about to descend, saw the enormous wave. Desperate to escape
, he fearfully rappelled down the rope, leaping first onto the dinghy. However, the resulting rocking
caused the third mate to fall into the sea. Amidst Old Xia's curses, he was frantically untying the rope.

At that moment, Captain Xia also noticed the giant wave. He jumped, grabbed the rope, and began to descend, but
the manager's rope had already come undone. Captain Xia missed, falling straight into the water.

On the deck, passengers emerged one after another, crying and stumbling, swallowed by the oncoming giant waves.
The ship instantly capsized, water seeping in. Passengers who couldn't escape in time were swept back, and the manager was also
thrown into the water by the capsizing.

The giant wave crashed down, and because it was so huge, Amon and Alan were also caught in it. In that instant, Alan tightly
embraced Amon, a resolute look in his eyes. Amon shouted for Alan to swim forward quickly with him. Seawater
filled his mouth, choking Amon and engulfing the couple. In the

distance, the cruise ship struggled, and gradually, that glimmer of light disappeared into the darkness. A tearing
roar came from the sky, lightning like ferocious blades, relentlessly churning the black ocean,
flashing with furious light amidst the roar.

Beneath the raging sea, a couple struggled, both exhausted, and
gradually, they embraced and fell asleep, as if in a dream.

She didn't know how much time had passed when Alan turned over and, as was her habit at home, hugged the sleeping Amon beside her.
However, she couldn't quite grasp the feeling of reality. Alan groggily opened her eyes, hearing cries. Gradually, her mind
cleared, and she realized her surroundings had changed. Fog was billowing, and a seagull flapped its wings on the lifebuoy before flying away.

Alan looked around but couldn't see Amon. She panicked, calling Amon's name,
but there was no response. She cried.

Just then, she heard someone calling her name in the distance. The voice grew clearer; it was a familiar voice
. Alan immediately called out the other person's name and swam. As she drew closer, Amon appeared
before her, bringing a piece of driftwood. Overjoyed, they embraced, weeping.

A day and a night passed, the fog still lingering, and they drifted on. With a splash, followed by
another, Alan woke up first. A dorsal fin surfaced in front of her. Alan's eyes widened, and she frantically
thrashed at Amon. Amon, also awakened, was terrified. A group of sharks passed by them,
some even circling and observing them.

Alan was frightened and clung to Amon. There were so many sharks; when they touched their bodies, Alan screamed.
There were too many of them, and several were lurking nearby, ready to pounce. If they lingered, trouble was brewing. Amon told Alan
to hold onto the log and stay still. After giving Alan a deep look, Amon swam towards the lurking sharks
. "Come on, eat me! Eat your fill and then get lost..."

Amon shouted, pounding the water. Alan understood. She cried out, trying to get Amon back
, but she couldn't swim. She struggled to move towards Amon, her eyes misting over. Just then, the sharks
suddenly turned and walked away.

Amon, not knowing why, went to his wife's side. Amidst Alan's tears, he
chuckled foolishly. Just as Amon felt lucky, a giant killer whale leaped up, followed by
its family members. Amon was terrified and understood.

Under his wife's threat of suicide, Amon swore he wouldn't do anything foolish again. So, the two
drifted for another day, but by night, Alan fell ill; she was cold and shivering. Amon held her tightly
to warm her. Another day passed, and they were on the verge of exhaustion and dehydration, barely able to move,
drifting into a stupor.

One sunny morning, high on a cliff on a small island, a hunchbacked man stood. He looked
at the driftwood in the distance, picked up two logs, attached a net, and left.

The sounds of swaying and wind swirled in Amon's ears. He groggily opened his eyes, his eyelids fluttering shut.
Before him lay a blue sky and birds in the air. Then he turned his head and saw his wife's face.
With a hissing sound of movement, Amon knew they were rescued. He coughed, slowly sat up, and looked back
.

"You're awake!"—Amon thought, scrutinizing the strange man. When he saw clearly what he looked like, his heart
skipped a beat. The man had one face larger than the other, and a large bag slung over his hunched back. Amon thought
, "A monster!"

"Don't move. I'll take you to safety."—The deformed man.

[The End]

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