‘Good then’, Captain Rutherford replied, ‘You’ll be happy to know that we’ve been making good time and you should be seeing your husband’s... brother in Savanna within 6 days.’ ‘Seeing as how you will be at the helm of the shipping company in the Americas, why don’t you see how it feels to take the helm of one of the ships you will have at your command, so to speak?’ With measured steps she approached the ship’s wheel. With her fingers win reach of the wheel, Captain Rutherford gently took her. In her fashion branded headphones, tucked over her golden brown hair, she listened to “Colar de pérolas” a song by one of her favorite Brazilian singers, Zizi."Eu amo a sensação das pérolas…" Mariana hummed along to the song and thought of the scene in the music video, where a black man shoots a huge load of cum on Zizi's breasts, and Zizi sings of how much she loves the feel of a pearl necklace.Suddenly the music in her ears toned down as she received a call on her phone. It was from her. Joe couldn't watch, even when Paulwhispered, "It's all staged. She didn't suffer." Joe knew better. The bloodand bruises told another story. Saul had bypassed the little fainter to earnbonus points at the expense of Joe's girl. One more hunter made it to the arena, before the horns blared anewand the crier shouted, "First time over. All hunters who have not yet madea capture are hereby eliminated." The TVs zoomed in on a hunter carrying a limp body. Referees stopped himand ordered him to put. No, this can't be! It just can't be! Gritting her teeth, she kicked again, harder this time, and felt her body actually leave the aquarium floor, heading upwards until she was nearly vertical. Oh my fucking God! she screamed inside her head, her eyes downward, locked on the insane vision of her iridescent green tail.Marina sat upon a largish rock, one that appeared to have been formed of molten lava, but was in reality as soft as a foam mattress, distractedly considering the bright flashing.