The Morgan family's yacht changed course, but it wasn't long before the private yacht caught up again.
This time, they went too far. They violated the safe navigational distance, practically scraping alongside the Morgans' yacht.
Their yacht had a larger displacement than the Morgans', and soon, a massive wave struck again, causing the Morgan family's yacht to lurch violently.
Leigh Miles and Titus Miles were thrown right into the safety netting.
Dean Morgan rushed forward, grabbed one in each arm, and hauled them both back onto the deck.
"Why are the waves so big today?"
Susan Warner steadied herself against the edge of the pool and looked around. 'I don't feel much of a sea breeze!'
Darius Lynch, who was sitting on a sofa near the edge enjoying the breeze, said grimly, "Someone's making these waves on purpose."
Alvin Morgan raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes. A man on the other yacht was looking back at him through his own pair.
"Beta Morgan—"
