Have you ever wondered what happens to the fairy godmother after she successfully hands her charge into the prince’s arms? Because if the fairy hasn’t turned into a pumpkin yet, she also wants adventures, a ball, and love at last. That’s exactly what happened to me: leaving my beloved girlfriend with her not-quite-legal prince, I returned to the city to get a scolding from my boss for a disastrously failed hotel event. And in an utterly incomprehensible way, my fiasco made our company the first on the entertainment market. Now I’m being sent to warm places to organize—no less, no less—an experience like a pirate cruise. And what do I get in the end? Instead of a ball, I have an outrageous rum party; instead of a prince, Blackbeard is flirting with me; and the dead man’s chest, instead of gold, contains… a corpse! Looks like I got myself into trouble again… (Continuation of Ekaterina’s story from the book “Predict My Death”; the plots are not connected).