The sailor beside me frowned suspiciously. He then asked, "How do you know its name? This island isn’t open to outsiders.”
The name "Tranquil" was the name Travis had chosen personally. It was the combining of parts of me and his name together.
“I’m Quilla Shepard, Travis Nelson's lover! Let me go, now!” I declared, mustering every ounce of courage.
For a moment, some of the sailors hesitated and talked to themselves, “How does she know about Mr. Nelson being the island’s owner? Could she be telling the truth?”
However, others quickly laughed it off, "Are you serious? Everyone in the network had heard about Mr. Nelson wanting to gift this island to Quilla Shepard at that time. She must’ve read it online back then.”
“Looks like she’s so scared she’s spouting nonsense, even claiming to be his lover! Are you dreaming?”
I shook my head furiously in desperation. "I'm Quilla! I’m not lying! Call Travis and he’ll confirm it!”
I racked my brain, trying to search for proof, something, any interaction with him that would convince them. Yet, the more insisted, the more they dismissed my words, believing that I was telling a lie.