Pirates attacked the port, and my father-in-law was trapped under the control tower. He was frantic, urging me to find the liaison officer's wife and send a telegram to our superiors for backup, but I refused. In my past life, I risked my life to dive for two hours to find her, nearly drowning. When I reached the shore, I saw her embracing and kissing her childhood sweetheart, even hiring the most fashionable photographer for a wedding photoshoot. She wore a white veil and looked at me with obvious impatience. I pleaded with her until she finally sent the telegram. But her childhood sweetheart had been brutally murdered by the fleeing pirates and thrown into the sea to feed the fish. She showed no sign of it.
