He had not slept a wink since he left her in their room. But that was understandable since his mind had not stopped thinking of her.
She was like a ghost that haunted him every time he closed his eyes, even in his waking hours. She had become the white whale he had chased to the point of obsession.
"You looked lost." A hand waved in front of his face, catching his attention.
He was unaware that he had zoned out. But seeing his friend's smug face before him, he could tell he was mocking him.
They had stopped to take a break from their activity. The group had decided to head back to the yacht's lower deck, away from the direct sunlight, after some had already had their catch for the day.
"Are you sure you are in the right place?" His friend persistently taunted him as they sat on the soft cushion of the couch in the main reception room to rest.
