It was a proven plan. Kidnap yourself and have your husband pay the ransom. Everyone was in on it, except….the security.
The Dutchman watched the waves as they pounded the shore, intrigued as always with the destructive power wielded by something that appeared so soothing and beautiful. Controversies in nature intrigued him. As did all things he couldn’t control; there were so few of them.
The tropical sun beat down as he shifted his gaze to the rocks below the cliff he was standing on. The Caribbean Sea and its endless need to pound his island and reshape the contour of the shoreline brought a smile to his weathered face.
His thoughts wandered to images of how, in the movies, a body falling from a cliff top would inadvertently bounce on the rocks and spin a couple of times in the air before disappearing into the sea.