Oh bloody fucking hell. If it wasn't one thing, it was another on this bloody cruise ship to hell.
First Mae and Alexander were just gone. Then one of his security gets beaten half to death by a some loony bird who already attacked another person and escapes. And another murder and now they were about to run over a yacht or somewhat.
Cath really, really hated this ship.
"On my bloody way," he snapped into the walkie-talkie. He didn't bother to identify himself. As if they didn't know who it was. "For now, tell them not to do anything." Hopefully, Ronnie knew how to use the lifeboats proper, since the basic drills the rest of them had been given wouldn't be of much use.