Chapter 684: Marriage Gift.

Under Nicholson's command, the sleek yacht gracefully bypassed the brightly illuminated island, its bow slicing through the waves as it headed towards the western horizon. Martin, his hand tightly gripping the railing, glanced at his watch, noting the time with a furrowed brow. It was nearly eight o'clock, and tension hung heavy in the air.

Leonardo, positioned nearby, raised a telescope to his eye, scanning the island's perimeter intently before declaring in a voice filled with urgency, "This is the spot. The location and distance are perfect."

Nicholson, his gaze fixed on the navigation instruments, nodded in agreement. As the yacht approached the predetermined coordinates, he deftly maneuvered the vessel, gradually reducing its speed. Meanwhile, Martin and Bruce hurried to the fixed launch tubes, meticulously inspecting the ammunition and wiring for any signs of malfunction.

Lorraine, selecting a vantage point at the stern, meticulously set up her camera and video equipment, ensuring every moment would be captured with precision.

As the yacht reached the designated spot, Nicholson and Leonardo emerged from the cabin, bearing a heavy box between them. With practiced efficiency, they unpacked a homemade rocket launcher and carefully unfurled a bundle of special fireworks wrapped in tarpaulin.

Glancing at his watch, Nicholson called out, "It's time."

Leonardo questioned, "Why entrust Martin with the largest fireworks? He seems... volatile."

Nicholson shrugged, a wry smile playing on his lips. "His thirst for revenge is unmatched, like a rabid dog. But that's precisely why I chose him."

Leonardo chuckled, "Ah, the madness of it all! Reminds me of my Oscar-winning role!"

Nicholson nodded knowingly, "Indeed. Without Martin's ferocity, you might still be waiting for that golden statue."

Martin, catching wind of their conversation, shot them a defiant glare. "Talking behind my back, are we?"

Ignoring Martin's remark, Nicholson resumed the countdown, his voice echoing across the deck. "Thirty... twenty-nine..."

As the countdown ticked on, a different scene unfolded on the nearby island. A seaside platform adorned with red carpets played host to a joyous wedding ceremony. Johnny Depp, dapper in a suit, stood beside his radiant bride, Amber Heard, as they exchanged vows under the gentle guidance of the officiating priest.

Just as Depp leaned in for a kiss, a sharp sound pierced the air, drawing everyone's attention seaward. Eyes turned towards the horizon, where a breathtaking display of fireworks erupted, illuminating the night sky with dazzling colors.

Amber, overcome with emotion, gasped in delight, mistaking the spectacle for a surprise arranged by Depp himself. "How romantic!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.

Depp, equally astonished, glanced at his bride with a smile. "I thought you planned this," he admitted, his curiosity piqued as to who had orchestrated such a grand gesture of goodwill.

As the fireworks continued to paint the heavens with brilliance, Depp resolved to express his gratitude to the mysterious benefactor responsible for this magical display. Surely, such generosity deserved acknowledgment and appreciation.

Against the backdrop of exploding fireworks, the sea transformed into a canvas of light, each burst a testament to the beauty of unexpected kindness.

As the vibrant fireworks blossomed in the night sky, they transformed into a message etched in light: "A gift for Depp and Amber!" Amber's laughter bubbled forth uncontrollably, her eyes sparkling with delight at the unexpected surprise.

Determined to express his gratitude, Depp resolved to discover the identity of their mysterious benefactor. "I must invite them to the island, at least for a drink," he declared, his curiosity piqued by the grand gesture.

The dazzling display stirred emotions among all present, captivating them even after the fireworks had faded. Nicholson, a seasoned figure in Hollywood circles, understood the power of heightened anticipation, knowing that the sudden drop would leave a lasting impact.

On the yacht, Nicholson's commanding presence was palpable as he counted down with authority. "Let go!" he bellowed, prompting Martin to press the ignition button. With a deafening roar, the fireworks ascended into the sky, their brilliant hues painting the night with vivid strokes.

Meanwhile, Lorraine expertly aimed her camera, capturing every fleeting moment of the spectacle. Leonardo, arms crossed, awaited the next act with eager anticipation, while Nicholson exuded confidence, his hands clasped behind his back like a master orchestrating the scene.

On the island's viewing platform, Depp, Amber, and their guests watched with bated breath as the fireworks soared to new heights, their expectations reaching a crescendo. Suddenly, the fireworks exploded into intricate patterns, eliciting gasps of astonishment from the onlookers.

Yet, amidst the awe, a different sentiment brewed within Depp as he recognized the provocative shapes taking form in the sky in the shape of an eggplant🍆. His initial anticipation soured into anger, mirrored by the uproarious laughter of their guests.

Undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, Nicholson seized control once more, igniting a custom-made firework with precision. As it soared skyward, it unveiled an extraordinary pattern, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

Martin, delighted by the whimsical display, couldn't help but notice the familiar silhouette of a lazy sheep in the sky. Meanwhile, Lorraine continued to capture the moment with her camera, entrusting control to Bruce as she marveled at the spectacle.

Back on the viewing platform, discussions ensued among the guests, their remarks ranging from admiration to jest. Oblivious to their surroundings, they failed to notice the wind carrying their words to Depp's ears, further fueling his simmering frustration.

Depp's frustration mounted with each successive explosion on the horizon, the vibrant bursts of light punctuating the night sky. As he turned to confront the relentless display, his nerves frayed under the onslaught of yet another dazzling eruption.

The relentless barrage of fireworks, one after another, seemed never-ending, each explosion fueling the growing tension among the guests. Amidst the spectacle, the murmur of discussion carried on the sea breeze, a reminder of the inherent human tendency to indulge in gossip and spectacle.

Fuelled by a mix of anticipation and pent-up emotions, Depp struggled to contain his rising anger. Another burst of light on the horizon proved to be the final straw, sending his nerves into overdrive. "Get out! All of you!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the platform as he lashed out at the bewildered guests.

With reckless abandon, Depp's fury escalated, his actions spiraling out of control as he sent champagne towers crashing and overturned tables in a fit of rage. Amber, desperately trying to diffuse the situation, pleaded with him to calm down, her voice tinged with concern and helplessness.

As chaos erupted around them, Amber's assistant discreetly captured the unfolding drama, following her boss's instructions to document every moment of the tumultuous wedding. Despite her own anger, Amber remained composed, her gaze fixed on Depp as she pondered her next move.

In a moment of desperation, Amber saw an opportunity amidst the chaos. Rushing forward, she attempted to intervene, only to be met with a blow from Depp's flailing arm. Crumpling to the ground, pain mingled with tears as she watched Depp's rampage unfold before her.

As the turmoil continued, Amber's resolve hardened, her thoughts turning to the bleak reality of living with such a volatile partner. Determined to secure her own future, she resolved to find a way to leverage her situation for her own gain.

As Depp's entourage rushed to restrain him, Amber's pleas for assistance fell on deaf ears, her pain and suffering overshadowed by the chaos surrounding them. Left to navigate the aftermath alone, she composed herself, her mind racing with plans for her next move.

Returning to the dressing room, Amber wasted no time in documenting her injuries, her phone poised to capture the evidence of Depp's aggression. With a steely resolve, she stored the damning images in a folder labeled "Domestic Violence," a silent testament to the turmoil of their tumultuous relationship.