But her tears didn't bring her any sympathy. Gavin was still snarling at her.
"You can't even gut a d*mn fish. Just yank the guts out and wash them clean. What's hard about it?"
The feeling of killing disconcerted Renee. It was something she intended to do with Tracey.
The greasy touch on her finger and the fishy smell made her sick.
She couldn't stand it anymore and retched.
"Is it your first time doing this?" Luke frowned.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry. I'll go talk to Vaughn."
"Thank you." She'd never thought that she would end in such a miserable life.
"Well, I'll be back soon." Luke couldn't bear to see Renee suffer.
Tracey finally woke up on the third day. She'd had a long dream in which her life flashed back like a movie.
She felt her body was up and down like drifting wood on the sea.
She'd been in a trance for so long that she couldn't tell if she was still in her dream when she opened her eyes.
Her body was swaying slightly. Am I dead? She wondered.
After a moment, she completely sobered up. She realized she was on a ship, alive.
"How are you feeling?" A very gentle voice said.
Tracey followed it and saw a man with whiskers and messy hair. She cried out in panic.
Her eyes were so used to people finely dressed that this man frightened her.
Vaughn couldn't move his eyes from her. She got eyes that were as clear as the dews in the morning.
It was a bad first meeting and the fear on her face hurt him, but he didn't blame her.
Tracey immediately realized how rude she was when it occurred to her that the man might have saved her.
"I'm sorry, sir. I overreacted. I apologize for my lack of manners," Tracey said sincerely.
She had good control of emotions and quickly calmed down. Whoever this man was, she shoud show him respect.
It was just that she felt a bit edgy in a strange environment.
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