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“Are you sure this will work?” Millie whined. For eight days every word from her lips was like this. Drew knew being stranded on a deserted island was not the idyllic honeymoon he promised, but who could predict a boat consuming fire?
“It is our best hope. In my nautics course at university I studied these exact currents. From here they flow back to the mainland.”
“But what if the glass bottle finds rocks?” Mille asked. “We’ll die here!”
“Darling there is only a 1% chance the current will direct this toward rocks,” Drew assured her.