The wind howled.

Vanessa could feel a cold dampness all over her. She shivered.

Her eyes were covered, and she couldn't move her arms or her legs. She struggled to move. She wasn't in any pain, though, so she assumed she had not been shot.

She could feel a gentle sway, and she knew she was on a boat. No one probably knew where she was.

"Stop moving. You can't go anywhere." A voice cut through the darkness and she turned in the direction she heard it.

"Orwin? Are you serious?"

No response.

"Orwin!" She shouted. She wasn't going to die on this boat. Vanessa began to flex her arms and her legs. She strained against the ties - ropes, she assumed - to better assess what he had done to her. The chair was metal, though, and it didn't budge under her weight or the pressure from her legs.

"Again, you should stop moving. It won't help." His voice cut through the howling wind.

Vanessa seethed.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What are you even doing right now?" She knew she should try to de-escalate the situation, but she could feel her anger rising with every struggle against her restraints.

"Right now, I'm taking you far from that psychopath. I'm saving you."

"What are you talking about? If you were saving me then why am I blindfolded and tied to a chair?"

She could hear movement, and her blindfold slowly slipped down around her neck. She was on a lobster boat surrounded by cages and fishing equipment.

There he was, Orwin, wearing the same clothes he had on when he left Oak House. She had no idea how long ago that was. Vanessa looked around. From where she sat, she could only see open ocean. Orwin took a drink from his cup.

"We're miles from shore. Even if you could swim in this kind of weather, there's no way you could make it that far before drowning."

Vanessa glared at him.

"What are you accomplishing here?" She watched him at the helm of the boat.

"Your husband and his father are scum. They don't deserve to be happy or have anything they want. I thought Xander would sell the house and leave after his whore wife died, but then there he is with a new wife. Delia made it easy for me to take her away from him. You made it so difficult. You made me work for it."

Vanessa shook her head.

"You set all of that up? You planted all of those weird things? Just to make us go crazy?"

Orwin glanced down at her.

"No! To make you leave! To separate you! But he believed you. That son-of-a-bitch believed your bullshit stories! That housekeeper didn't help anything, either," he added as he rubbed his forehead. A small stripe of dirt spread across his skin.

"But surely there was more to it than that," she added.

"Of course there is! You're living it! For now." He was exasperated. "You ask too many questions. Shut up until we reach camp."

Vanessa stopped talking and watched the water. She realized, though, as she weighed her options, that she probably stood a better chance on the island than in the water. Orwin kept looking around outside the boat. He would occasionally look through binoculars to get a better view and then, when satisfied, resume his primary objective between watching the water and Vanessa.

She waited.

She looked around for a clock. She finally found one, but as she watched it, she realized that while she was moving, the hands weren't moving. She thought about what he had said. He mentioned Delia and taking her away from Xander.

"So Delia didn't kill herself," she murmured. Orwin scoffed.

"Delia was a stupid, selfish whore, but she wasn't suicidal. Proves how much he didn't know her that Xander accepted that story."

Pain bloomed in her gut. Vanessa felt so sorry for Delia and Xander. He spent all this time thinking Delia hated him and ran from him. She ached for Delia who deserved so much more than to be remembered as a suicidal socialite.

"Why did you kill her, though?" Vanessa stared at him.

"We had been together for two years, and she suddenly wanted to end everything. She pushed me off repeatedly for that piece of shit husband of hers. He didn't love her. He was just using her for the marriage. He convinced her to stay with him. I put two years into fixing that woman, cleaning up all the damage he did to her, and walking away was not an option."

Vanessa watched him as he spoke. He spat against the window as he spoke of both Xander and Delia.

"You loved her?" She asked

"Of course I did." Orwin cut his eyes over to her.

"Because you've called her a whore. I don't think you call someone you love a whore." Vanessa furrowed her brow.

"You don't know anything. Stop asking questions."

Vanessa stayed quiet. As it was starting to get dark on the water, and the overcast clouds looked as though rain was imminent.

She quickly assessed her options. Cages. Maybe a utility knife somewhere? She rationalized it is more likely Orwin has a knife before she could find one anyway.

"Ah. There it is. We made it to camp."

Vanessa looked past Orwin to the small island they were approaching. There was a small enclosure with a narrow dock. The waves were already crashing hard against the beach. She knew there were dozens of small islands along the coast of Maine. Unless someone knew Orwin took her and that he had this specific camp, her prospects of being rescued washed away.

As Orwin killed the engine and the vessel floated towards land, the port deck crashed into the dock. Vanessa's chair rose up off the floor on one side, but Orwin caught it before she fell over.

Once she was that close to him, she could smell alcohol, and she saw he had a gun in the waistband of his pants under his coat.

"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes. I'm going to check the power and turn on the generator. Don't worry. I'll drop anchor before I leave."

"You can't leave me here," she stammered.

"You'll be fine." He gave her a thumbs up before he opened the door and went out onto the deck.

Vanessa was alone on the boat. She looked around again, still searching for a weapon. She could see a small tackle box, but it was clearly being used as an impromptu lunchbox. She tried to look behind her, but the cages appeared to be empty.

She looked out toward the island, but she couldn't see Orwin. Vanessa tried the ropes again. She started to pull her right foot out of the restraint when the door slammed open. Vanessa yelped.

Orwin was soaked. The rain pounded down on the top of the boat.

"Sit... still."

He moved behind her and knelt down behind the chair. Vanessa couldn't see him or tell what he was doing. Slowly she felt the pressed metal on her wrists, and the familiar clink of handcuffs. She shut her eyes.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"Can't have you running or thinking you'll do something smart." He loosened the ropes around her chest and legs. Vanessa kicked the rope free, but she was still handcuffed.

"Walk on to the house. If you jump into the water, then you'll drown."

Vanessa walked in front of him, and she assumed he had his gun on her. She walked through the sand and up an old, broken staircase to the camp. The house was small and had fallen into disrepair. Vanessa noticed the cracked windows and roof that was in desperate need of new shingles.

She walked inside.

The house smelled of damp wood and stale fabric. The old couches and blankets were covered in dust. A small end table was stacked high with National Geographic magazines from 1987.

Orwin's gun was on the kitchen table.

She looked around behind her.

Orwin shut the door and looked out through the windows.

"We have power for now. Do you know how to build a fire?"

"With my hands behind my back? No, can't say I know how to do that." Vanessa smirked. Even though she was on this island, being in the house made her feel better about the situation. This is not the well-thought out hideout of an evil serial killer. He's clumsy and foolish.

"That's a good point. Just go sit on the couch or something." Orwin walked over to the fireplace and pulled open the flue. What appeared to be a cloud of dust mixed with debris fell onto the stacked logs.

"Oh Christ," he yelled as he started to cough.

"Is that a bird?" Vanessa asked still standing by the table. He brushed away the debris and avian corpses. Orwin had not picked up his gun before he began to build the fire. She eyed it suspiciously - thinking it could be a trap.

"These damn logs," he muttered as he struck a match.

"You didn't answer my question earlier," she started.

"Which one?" He struck another match.

Vanessa's eye caught a knife in the kitchen sink. She made her way over as if she was heading to the couch. She realized as she attempted to pick up the knife that she didn't have pockets in her yoga pants.

Resigned, she walked over to the couch and sat on the arm.

"You didn't tell me why you abducted me. Is this all a ruse to hurt the York family?"

Orwin looked over his shoulder at her, and he sighed. Turning back toward the fire he stood quickly and took giant steps to the table. He picked up the gun, checked the bullets and then slipped it into his pants.

"I've never really talked about this," he started.

"The dead York, the one who always insisted the people in Osprey Point call him 'Mr. York,' ran off my daddy when I was a kid. My mom had a hard-enough time even with my dad's support. He wasn't always a good dad, but he didn't let us starve. Mr. York ran him off after my mom went to town all banged up. We had even less without Daddy. He wanted to be this big protector, but all he did was destroy my family."

Vanessa realized just how poorly planned and sloppy his entire operation was in that moment. Even though he had every advantage on her, she felt optimistic that she would survive this day given his lack of preparedness.

"Xander is a terrible person. Maybe if you get away from him for a while then you'll see it. No one deserves to be with someone who treats their partner like he does."

Vanessa shrugged.

"He's always been great to me. I have no idea how he treated Delia. Mrs. Crosby told me that he tried to help her."

Orwin scoffed.

"The housekeeper? She hated Delia. Jealous and petty woman. She's a perfect fit for that family."

Vanessa exhaled slowly.

"Can you list your grievances? Cliff's Notes version?"

Orwin finally got the fire started. After the dry logs began to catch, he sat back from the fireplace.

"Xander was mean to her. He didn't listen to her stories or her concerns. He didn't care about her passions. He didn't encourage her to pursue her own things. He was controlling. He needed to keep tabs on her all of the time. He didn't trust her. He was awful."

Vanessa nodded.

"I don't know about how he treated Delia. I hope he was better to her than that. He hasn't been that way to me. He has encouraged me with my art. He is a great friend and listener. He took me seriously when I told him what started happening. In fact, in many ways, we broached subjects previously ignored since this started."

Orwin stood near the fire and smacked his hand on the stone.

"It's a LIE! It's all a RUSE. He will HURT YOU. He will DESTROY YOUR LIFE." He screamed at her.

Vanessa shouted as he advanced on her.

Orwin stopped short of her and started to laugh.

"Oh please. Oh PLEASE. Scream. You can scream all day. It won't make a difference. We're miles from anyone else."

He continued to laugh.

"You're so blind. You have no idea what he's doing to you."

Vanessa looked around the cabin again. She desperately wanted to get off the island. The handcuffs were tight on her wrists, so she couldn't dislocate her thumbs to slide out of the cuffs. She wasn't sure if she would be able to find something to break the chain. Even if she had a key, with her arms behind her back, she didn't have any options.

"My father hurt me, and George York intervened on my behalf. It worked out well for me because my dad left me alone, but I am really sorry he made things worse for you. I'm sorry Xander hurt Delia. I'm sorry she was unhappy in her marriage."

Orwin looked back at the fire, his smile fading.

"She was a lovely woman most of the time. She could be an absolute joy to be around when she was happy." Orwin spoke into the fire.

"This is... ridiculous." He turned and headed for Vanessa. "You do seem like a decent person."

Vanessa watched as he walked behind her and grabbed the chain of the handcuffs. He quickly set her hands free, and she moved away from him to the other wall of the camp.

"I would like to think I am a decent person," she responded quietly.

Silence hung in the air between them.

"As soon as the day breaks, I'll take you back. No sense in going anywhere in this storm."

Vanessa exhaled slowly.

"Is there a radio?"

Orwin looked up at her.

"Hmm? Oh. No, nothing works out here."

Vanessa felt a sense of urgency. Her adrenaline was kicking in. She needed to leave the island. She needed to get out of here before he changed his mind.

Orwin sat down on the couch and watched the fire. Vanessa could see the ghosts dancing across his face in the firelight.

"All I wanted was to love her and have her love me. I was enough for her. I... should have been enough for her." He gnawed the insides of his cheeks.

Vanessa watched him as his eyes glossy in the firelight. Orwin reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He tossed them to her.

"The one with red tape will start the boat."

Vanessa looked down at the keys in her hand and saw the red one. When she looked back up, the gun was in his hands.

"Good luck to you, Vanessa."

Without warning, Vanessa watched him pull back the hammer and he pulled the trigger before the gun was even in his mouth.

She screamed and hit the wall. He had blown off half of his face. His body slumped to the side, falling onto the couch cushions.

Vanessa was stunned for a moment. Or maybe ten minutes. She wasn't sure. Once she gathered her thoughts, she walked over to see if he was still alive - if he had managed to miss his brain. She could see, though, as she approached, that he had shattered his skull. She swallowed hard and turned to the kitchen.

She started looking for a radio, a walkie-talkie, anything. She found a few bottles of lighter fluid and a box of matches. She found a flashlight that still managed to work. She remembered seeing something outside when they came onto the island, and she figured it was worth a shot.

Vanessa walked out the front of the house and turned to see a small shed. It was full of dried wood. She looked around at the trees. It hadn't rained very much, and since the overgrowth had overtaken the property, the house and shed were mostly dry. She decided on her plan.

Vanessa started to carry logs. She made a pile on the floor in the house. She broke out the windows and draped any loose fabric she could find on the stack. She doused the room in lighter fluid. She went out to the shed and started the fire out there first. The shed went up quickly, flames licking at the wet tree limbs.

She walked through the house one more time. She looked at Orwin's dead body, the floor covered with his blood. She struck a match and threw it onto the pile. She ran to the dock and took shelter in the boat. She took one of the ropes and tied the door shut. The lock had been removed and the hole was rusted. A few minutes passed before the house started to really burn. She knew anyone nearby, including the Coast Guard, would be able to see the blaze. If the wind carried the smoke, it would at least get the attention of nearby fishermen. Vanessa had no idea how to operate a lobster boat. She didn't want to even try in case she crashed.

She sat down in the boat, and she leaned against the window. The glow of the fire was bright in the darkness, and the wind howled. She waited and eventually fell asleep.

Pounding on glass.

Shouting.

Vanessa awoke to a spotlight on her face. She put her hand up.

Xander was on the other side of the glass. His shoulder was bandaged.

"Vanessa! Open the door!"

She looked behind him and saw a fleet of Coast Guard ships. She looked straight ahead; the house was still burning but it had calmed significantly since the blaze ignited.

Vanessa opened the door, and Xander pulled her into a hug with his good arm.

The island was soon flooded with investigators from a myriad of different departments. Xander and Vanessa walked away from the island, together.

"How would you like a vacation in Seattle?" He asked as they boarded a nearby Coast Guard ship. The state police and coast guard were waiting.

"Sounds perfect," she answered.