Rosalind
First, we were invaded by pirates. Then, we were invaded by social media influencers. Finally, we were invaded by the U.S. Navy and...
"Bessie?" I ask. My mouth drops open as I watch three high-speed Navy dinghies head our way. Bessie is standing in the lead one, and she's pointing at me and waving. I wave back.
"I know that woman," I tell Orlando.
"What're the odds?" he asks and puts his arm around me.
Two supermodels are wielding machine guns, watching over the pirates in their bikinis. The two pudgy guys are lying down in their speed boat, trying to recover from their near-death experience. They're also strategizing how to use the pirate story to bring in more investors for their nothing-like-the-Fyre-Festival music festival.
When the Navy lands on the beach, we put our h
