TRUST

MARCUS P.O.V

It took over an hour before we arrived at the city on Catalina Island. Everyone was having fun as usual. It was unlike what I expected. I expected to hear rumours flying around about the riotous sounds coming from the mountains but from what I can see, it’s evident that the sounds of chaos never crossed to this territory.

“We are pretty lucky,” Ronald voiced the thought in my mind. “I can’t imagine what would have happened if they all heard those aggressive and riotous battles which occurred last night.”

“Sure,” I said, then looked down at our feet. “Come, we have to change these shoes,” I said. I took them to a cloth shop on the island and I bought a change of dress and also new pairs of shoes for myself and the both of them.

We freshened up in a hotel, changed our outfit and afterwards we left to the shore to book a ship heading to California. Luckily there were a few reserved seats so we took the ride. As estimated, it was going to take us an hour before we arrived on