Creative Writing: Empire Island

Everyone had their escape, and Grayson was no different. Instead of dealing with more headache and squawking financial advisers, he opted to have his captain ready the extravagant yacht to set sail. Departing from his home (which will be described later) in Miami Beach, the boat cut through the crystalline waters en route to tropical paradise further south. Grayson found comfort in the hum of the on-board motors beneath the ship, the sound of the waves breaking across the navy colored hull, and the whistle of the wind whipping around him. It wasn't long before the luxurious yacht found itself roaming between tropical islands just miles away from Key West and Cuba. The captain of the boat, wearing traditional white shorts and button up, would slow the engine speed and savor the view of lush green vegetation at their left and right. He sat back in his tall seat, underneath the partial roof of the flying bridge at the …show more content…
Knight." The crewman's brisk footsteps lead him to the sliding door, as to where Grayson's eyes casually followed the man. Grayson looked so distant for a moment as he bit his bottom lip and just continued to ponder over things within his busy mind. Then came the echoing thump downstairs, which seemed just beneath him. Said crewman would look down from the second floor railing while holding unto it before jerking his head to the third floor. His brows narrowed as he grabbed his radio and hit the transmit button to speak to the captain, "You hear that?" The captain would stand from his seat, with cigarette between his lips, and walk over to the back of his floor to look down at the crewman staring back at him. He'd shout down to the lower ranking male and throw out his arm, "Go find whatever that is, then!" Captain turned his back on the crewman, and cursed under his breath while returning to the