The 30-meter-long yacht is still sailing following the path indicated on the GPS device near the wheel. But so far, they have not reached land despite having sailed for almost two days.
Someone approached another person who was in control of the yacht's steering wheel.
"Hey," said the man.
"How is it?" asked the man holding the wheel who was none other than Adrian—40 years old. The man who was the lover of the late Gabriela.
"I checked," said the man.
"And?"
"Looks like this ship has only a few more hours of fuel left."
Adrian took a deep breath. "I'm starting to regret this decision," he muttered to himself. "We should have listened to Mrs. D."
"I know," said the second man, "but it's already happened."
"Yeah, there's no way we'd turn around with that little fuel left."
Then they heard a small commotion in the main cabin, below. They both sighed heavily.
