#Chapter 234 Intruders in the Storm

At first, I was too frightened to speak. Yes, I was scared for myself, but Victor was still asleep. If he woke up and saw a man painting a gun at me, he would try to disarm the man and maybe get shot.

“Who are you, and why are you in my house?” the man demanded.

“We …we …were on a …ya …yacht that blew up and …and the …life …lifeboat dra …drifted here,” I stammered. After everything that happened, this, being held at gunpoint, was too much.

The man lowered the rifle slightly. He appeared to be about as old as Alex and was dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt. He would seem normal if he wasn’t aiming a gun at me.

“You were on a yacht that blew up, huh?” he sneered. “What’s your name, girl?”

“Duh …Daisy,” I replied. “Please don’t shoot us. We came into your house because we were hungry, tired, and dirty. A shark almost ate us!” I began to cry, and Victor stirred behind me.

“Put the gun down, Arthur,” a woman said as she entered the house with her arms full of shopping bags. She was the sam