Chapter Nine
Sleep eluded Zhi. The party went on into the middle of the night. Music blared until dawn. Just a few hours after sunrise, he finally gave up the pretense of sleep and rose to greet the new day.
All was quiet on deck. The sight was as loud as a riot. The ship had sailed across a calm sea, but the deck looked as though it had been through a war zone.
Bodies littered the chairs and the floor. A few partygoers leaned over the railing paying respect to the sea god with an offering of last night’s meal. There were even a few still on their feet, bopping about with earbuds plugged in.
Even at the height of his partying days, Zhi hadn't done it like this. Clubbing had never been his bag. He preferred exclusive clubs with expensive vintages and velvet topped off sections where he
