Chapter 4:
Rosanna’s P.O.V:
“Come on! Come on, ladies!” I yelled down at my crew as they loaded in several heavy barrels. “Faster people! There’s a storm coming and I don’t want my a*s getting wet in this b****y storm. Get all the supplies you need and hop the f**k on!”
If the sky had been this freaking red at night, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but at nine in the morning? Nope. That was clear sign of trouble. We needed to pack up here so we could get back to base and settle in before the storm hits. Any other day, I would’ve preferred to fight the tides head on, but soggy bread isn’t as fun to have at the dinner table.
“Oh, come on!” Carig, one of my senior crew members complained. “We get to load heavy a*s barrels of supplies while the newbie gets to sit back and relax? Why can’
