Chapter Twenty: "But now, hearing his shoes splashing across the Lido deck of the Baroness, and the footsteps of those pursuing him, Chad felt the weight of knowing how out of options he was. He’d ducked in, around and behind, weaving through the rain and the many drink kiosks and activity stands the baroness once offered, getting closer and closer to the bow of the ship, and finally he was at the peak of the triangle. The elevated knife’s edge that was once slicing through the Atlantic. But this was no Jack Dawson moment. He wasn’t king of anything. No, he was being hunted like a rabid animal and now here he was, at the end of the line.”Remember, there are two types of people in this world.The Haunters and the Haunted.Which one are you?Follow me for updates!@theghostmodernistTheme song and music provided by Atrium Carceri and Cryo Chamber Music.https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com