The captain said:
“We need to get you off the yacht.”
“No.”
He stared.
“No?”
“If they’re doing what I think they’re doing, leaving openly tells them I know.”
“So?”
“So they change plans.”
“Claire, this is not a board meeting.”
“No.”
“It’s worse.”
I thought of the medical log.
The missing medication.
My altered communications.
My in-laws refusing to leave.
Something bigger was happening.
I asked:
“What is our current route?”
“We’re scheduled for Greyhaven Cay.”
“No.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“Adrian told me we were heading to Evermere South Anchorage.”
“We changed destination yesterday.”
“Who ordered that?”
He looked at me.
“Thomas Cole.”
My pulse jumped.
“He has no authority on this vessel.”
“I told him that.”
“And?”
“He produced a signed operational directive.”
“Signed by whom?”
“You.”
I stared.
“I never signed anything.”
The captain opened another drawer.
Found a document.
My electronic signature appeared at the bottom.
The directive authorized Thomas Cole to act as temporary voyage liaison if I became medically incapacitated.
I laughed.
A single sharp sound.
“They planned this before we boarded.”
The captain said nothing.
I did.
“Greyhaven Cay.”
I knew the place.
Remote.
Privately leased docks.
Minimal customs presence.
A handful of luxury villas.
And one private airstrip.
Perfect if someone needed to move money.
Or a person.
I looked at the captain.
“What happens when we arrive?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then we find out.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
“You need to be removed from this vessel.”
“Can you contact my father?”
“I can try through the engineering emergency band.”
“Do that.”
“And Claire?”
“Yes?”
“Do not go back to your cabin.”
I almost laughed.
“My husband will notice.”
“Good.”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“He needs to think the drugs are still working.”
That was the first real plan.
The nurse examined me twenty minutes later inside a locked crew pantry.
Her name was Mara.
She looked furious.
Not frightened anymore.
Furious.
“I told Adrian the dosage was unsafe.”
“What dosage?”
She showed me two tablet types.
One was a prescription sleep medication.
The other was a strong antihistamine with sedating effects.
Taken together, they could explain my dizziness and confusion.
Not some exotic poison.
Something worse in a way.
Ordinary medicine misused deliberately.
“Could this kill me?”
“Possibly in combination with alcohol, dehydration or a fall.”
I thought of the yacht.
Stairs.
Water.
Deck rails.
That did not feel accidental.
Mara drew blood.
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