Read Stuck on an Island with My Boss's Daughter :: Chapter 9: Mystery Challenge Part 1

"FOR COMPLETING THIS TRIAL, YOU HAVE BEEN AWARDED ANOTHER MINI PRIZE."

Rising from the ground in front of Paula appeared a stone podium with another object on top.

"Oh sick a top hat," she said placing the hat on top of herself.

"I say, don't I look absolutely smashing today?"

"Looks good," Fiona nodded.

"Why thank you milady, I do feel quite prim and proper if I do say so myself."

"Okay, am I the only one concerned at all about Melanie?" I asked as I ran over to her still unconscious on the tennis court.

"And we've already pissed off one country with Fiona's backstory, you really want to piss off another?"

"That's implying only one group of people talk like this wanker," Paula responded, "And ol Melanie here will be alright. She probably barely felt that football hit her noggin."

"I don't know…" I said squatting down next to Melanie, "it looks like the soccer ball left a pretty big mark on her forehead and I think she's out cold."

I tried shaking her awake but to no avail.

"That's because wanker, you're not using the right technique," Paula said walking up to the both of us. She squatted down next to Melanie and whispered something into her ear. I couldn't really hear her but what she said must have been effective because Melanie immediately shot back up.

"WHAT! Unbelievable Paula, I can't believe you said that!" Melanie said dusting herself off. Without as much as a glance towards either of us, she started to walk back out of the room.

"I'm scared to ask but what did you say to her? That her favorite Yaoi pairing isn't canon or something?"

"No wanker, nothing of the sort. I'll tell you word for word in fact exactly what I said to Melanie ole dear."

She proceeded to place her mouth close to my ear to whisper something.

…

"You just lost the game."

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"Say Melanie, aren't you concerned your parents are worried sick about you right now?"

It was afternoon the day after our last cave challenge. We were sitting down on the beach looking out at the sea having finished fishing for the day. Lying next to Melanie was the harpoon gun, her backpack, and a large pile of fish. Fiona and Paula were out exploring other parts of the island currently so it was just the two of us.

"Yeah I mean probably, but what can you do?" She snapped, "sometimes you get swept away by the ocean to an island that's on another plane of existence in the Bermuda triangle, it happens."

"Yeah that's one way to look at it I suppose…"

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**400 miles away**

"What should we do honey?" A sobbing middle aged woman cried inside of a beach house to her CEO husband, "it's been 20 days now and still no signs of Melanie!"

"We keep looking," Stewart Suwi said back also looking quite distraught, "10 helicopters, 20 cruise lines, and 15 submarines will find a sign of her eventually. I don't care if it takes weeks, months, or even years. We will find our daughter at any cost."

"I just don't understand! What caused Melanie to disappear?"

"It was probably that delinquent Paula! I should have known better than to hire a drug dealer as a body guard. She's probably having Melanie smuggle drugs for her now or something. Or that bartender boy we hired. He's mysteriously disappeared too. Probably took her hostage on one of the life boats!"

"Yeah you're probably right," Mrs. Suwi said wiping her eyes, "either way, Melanie couldn't have gone off on her own. She can't swim! She has no reason to go out into the open sea. We'll find out the truth! And then, we'll hold whoever took her responsible."

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"Yeah I mean, really nothing I could have done to avoid this situation. I've done nothing wrong to be honest," Melanie said shrugging.

"Uh-huh…"

"Anyways, no real point to worrying right? We have food, we have pirate clothes, we have shelter, and it's really not too boring especially with the cave trials now. I have no complaints."

"Yeah… yeah that's true honestly. Yeah you're right Melanie. Why do we even have to go back? It's pretty awesome here isn't it?"

I'm not sure whether I had lost my sanity at that point, or that Melanie had rubbed off on me a bit, but suddenly I got up and did the same chuunibyou pose she had done on the first day when we arrived on the island.

"Besides! With a surviiiiivvvvaaaaallllll extrrrraaaaaoooooorrrrdiiiiinnnaaaiiireeeee by my side, we'll be fine no matter what situation we're in right?"

"…"

We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds.

"Okay… I'm sorry that was pretty lame," I said breaking my pose and sitting back down and looking back out at the sea. To my surprise however, Melanie just began to laugh heartily next to me.

"That was pretty good Xavier! I'm promoting you."

"Uhhhh thanks… what do you mean by promoting though?"

"As in, you are now officially promoted to be my survival extraordinaire assistant."

"Oh that's cool… I guess. What exactly does that mean?"

She got up and grabbed the harpoon gun and backpack leaving the pile of fish on the ground.

"It means you call me master and pick up the slimy fish back to camp."

"Okay, I have too much self-respect to…"

"Paula asked to borrow the harpoon gun earlier today. She said she was going to try and hunt some dipshits with it later!"

"I mean uhhh…" I said picking up the fish quickly, "whatever you say master."

She smirked a bit as we both began to walk back to camp.

"You'd make a good M you know that?"

"A what now?"