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"Austin, what if the ship sinks?"

"It won't."

"That's what the Titanic said, and look what happened."

"The Titanic didn't say anything. It couldn't speak."

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"Austin, what if we're on the wrong ship?"

"We're not."

"How do you know?"

"I've been...planning this."

"To escape from Korea in a box on a ship with me?"

"That sounds wrong for some reason."

"Exactly! What if- what if- I mean-"

"Please sleep."

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"Austin, THERE'S A COCKROACH CRAWLING ON MY BOX."

"Good. Tell him all your problems instead of bothering me."

"Bobby, Austin's being mean."

"Did you just name it Bobby?"

"Yeah? Do you have a better name to suggest?"

"How about Chris B. Quiet."

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At one point Chrissie remained silent for so long Austin went out with the flash light to check on her.

He found her snuggled in the corner, under the shadow of more containers that hid her from view.

Austin shook his head with a sigh as he listened to her barely audible breathing, and the cargo ship's steady rocking on the sea.

He was bringing a butterfly into his realm of chaos and violence.

If anything happens to her, I'm never forgiving myself.

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