“It will be fine,” Dmitry says. Then, he turns to the women in the boat, which includes everyone except for me, Sadie, and Tati. “Head west away from the ship until you can’t see it anymore and then turn north. You should hit land.”
“And if we don’t?” one of the women asks, a thin blonde with a tattoo of a butterfly across her chest.
“Stay put as long as you can and we’ll try to find you when we land. From there, we’ll contact the Bratva and arrange transport back home.”
No one seems particularly comforted by this thin plan, but anything is better than being on this ship. Clearly, they are all willing to risk being lost at sea than being on this ship for another minute.
“There are provisions on the boat, but save them for as long as you can just in case,” Sevastian advises. “You might
