Prologue

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 The Sergeant looked out over the dark and angry ocean; Marine Patrol had received a call for assistance needed at the once-abandoned island just after noon and just as the remnants of hurricane Mia had begun to settle and pass.

He once read in Tybo Magazine that the eccentric Langston Presswood had purchased and remodeled the small island turning it into a B & B with extra activities. He could only imagine what those extra activities could be, however, when you isolate yourself from others to have some mischievous fun, trouble always finds a way to enter and then chaos ensues.

"Sir, there's a body in the water!" The young female patrol officer shouted over the still active waves, before making her way to the bow of the ship.

"What?" he said as he followed hastily, stopping abruptly when he reached the front of the ship, his eyes fixed on the body that was drifting aimlessly in the agitated water, alongside the dock of the refurbished island.

"I'll call it in, sir." She said as she turned to head back into the pilothouse.

"Disorder." He stated, drawing her attention.

"Excuse me?" She asked, puzzled by his comment.

"Chaos." He said, "Chaos ensues."

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