Epilogue

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 In the end, I came to live with the Stones and was always welcome as one of their cherished and beloved daughters. On the news, the tragedy was reported and all of the survivors, bystanders and witnesses were on live, international TV. I didn't care much about all of the attention, even though many would conclude initially that I was supposed to be some kind of stuck-up supermodel, since I was still recovering from the incident, but I still smiled and stuff that wouldn't leave the world thinking that I was so soft, in fact, I'm anything but sensitive and soft (okay, I know that you're thinking, well if you're so tough, why such a crier? I can only assure you that I am human to ask such a question). Only about ten people, including Henry, had passed away during the crisis, and I now had a loving family; so why was I, Linda Linden, still so sad? I still cried about it every now and then, had nightmares, but soon the tragedy faded like a white-washed t-shirt that had been worn from love into the past except for the kiss on the cheek that Henry planted on me still, to this day had made me fluttery each time it escapes into my thoughts.

The way that the sailors treated Henry haunts them with a newfound perspective of sadness and despair, especially Captain Marshall, and from now on then, he had vowed to treat all of his sailors as equals. All of Brooke's and Laurielle's family never suffered a scratch during the hazardous mishap, which I was still thankful to God as you read these words.

The question we still have unanswered to this day is: Who had been behind the tragedy that had caused the innocent people of small town, Venice, Italy harm? Ever since then, Henry and the nine other people have always been missing in Venice. 

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"You may not expect the unexpected, but the unthinkable is what brings out the unthough-of in us" ~aesphan

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