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West Palm Beach Yacht Show

The event is typically held in March in the Palm Beach County Convention Center and surrounding marina in West Palm Beach, Florida.

The 2023 West Palm Beach Yacht Show is lovely in late March. The weather is sure to be warm, sunny and pleasantly dry compared to the hot, humid Florida weather in summer.

The 2023 West Palm Beach Yacht Show will feature a wide variety of vessels, including everything from fishing vessels to luxury yacht charters.

The event lasts for four days, although preparations and unofficial events tend to occur both before and after the boat event.

Every year the West Palm Beach Yacht Show hosts some of the world's finest yachts, boats, and marine equipment.

The 2023 West Palm Beach Yacht Show is expected to feature a wide variety of vessels, including fishing vessels, luxury yacht charters, and everything in between.

The yachts and boats on display range in size from under 20 feet to over 150 feet, with prices ranging from a few thousand dollars to tens of millions of dollars.

The show also features exhibitors showcasing marine equipment, accessories, and services, with yacht builders, brokers, designers, and manufacturers showcasing their latest offerings.

Exhibitors include yacht builders, brokers, designers, and manufacturers of everything from engines and electronics to navigational equipment and safety gear.

Overall, the West Palm Beach Yacht Show is a must-attend event for anyone interested in the boating and yachting world.

The show provides an unparalleled opportunity to view and compare a wide range of yachts and boats and to learn about the latest trends and technologies in the industry.

Overall, the West Palm Beach Yacht Show is a well-regarded event in the boating and yachting world. The show is considered a must-attend event for those with an interest in luxury yachts and marine equipment.

The West Palm Beach Yacht Show is a great opportunity for prospective yacht owners, or charterers.

The show offers a great opportunity for visitors to explore and compare yachts of various sizes and styles, and to discover new trends and features in the luxury yacht market.

Yacht shows like this are also an unmatched opportunity to view a variety of vessels in one location. It’s also a fantastic chance to network and learn about the latest trends and technologies in the marine industry.

The types of yachts on display at the show can vary widely, depending on the year, attending exhibitors and manufacturers who participate in the event.

Some of the most popular types of yachts at the West Palm Beach Yacht Show include:

Sportfishing Yachts

These yachts are designed for specifically for fishing enthusiasts. Sportfishing boats are designed for fishing, and come equipped with top-of-the-line fishing gear, including outriggers, fish finders, and rod holders.

Motor Yachts

Motor yachts are some of the most popular types of yachts at the WPB Yacht Show. Motor yachts run the gamut from small weekend cruisers to enormous superyachts. Motor yachts are primarily designed for comfort and luxury. They often include amenities like gourmet kitchens, spacious cabins, luxurious appliances and high-end entertainment systems.

Sailing Yachts

Modern sailing yachts come in a variety of sizes and styles. They range classic schooler designs, with modern twists, to futuristic hydrofoiling racing sailboats.

Catamarans

Catamarans are a type of multihull boat, which have two hulls.

Catamarans have become massively popular in recent years for the myriad advantages they provide over monohulls.

Catamarans provide a stable and spacious platform for cruising or entertaining, spacious living accommodations in the cabin, and a massive amount fo space on deck. Catamarans are increasingly popular with families and shared charter groups who want to experience off the beaten path destinations in comfort.

Expedition Yachts

Expedition yachts are in a class of their own. While other motor yachts are designed for comfort, expedition yachts are designed for adventure and exploration, and to be pushed to extremes. Expedition yachts typically feature rugged hulls, self-sufficient systems, extremely long fuel range and advanced navigation systems which allow them to navigate remote waters and harsh environments.

The West Palm Beach Yacht Show is a great opportunity for the yacht community to come together. It’s a chance to meet new friends and to see the latest and greatest offerings from the world's top yacht manufacturers.

Catamarans are a type of multihull boat, which have two hulls.

Catamarans have become massively popular in recent years for the myriad advantages they provide over monohulls.

Expedition Yachts

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Damon x reader pt. 2

Warnings: technical torture, death

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

I headed through the library, staring around in awe. I loved reading, it was one of my favorite pastimes and the Salvatore library and the Mikelson libraries were often frequented by my presence. Both the Mikelson compounds in Mystic Falls and New Orleans. Marcel and Alaric both also had good collections of books. Along with the founding families of Mystic Falls.

"This is. . ." I was spinning in circles, taking in every aisle of books I could see. The room extended in both directions farther than I could see and was filled with people. Except, because of the size, it seemed almost empty.

The ceiling was low, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling with bright lighting. The floor was made of polished oak wood which complimented the Spruce bookshelves.

The books were organized by genre, signs nailed onto the ends of each bookcase stating the genre of the section. The rows seemed to go back rather far, sometimes even turning corners and becoming a maze of books for genres.

With Damon's help, the mystical creatures section was found and it was also found that all of the people were in this section, or at the tables in the middle of the library studying.

Damon and I gathered up several different books of various topics before we decided to move somewhere more private.

Roaming the library, I found that there was a set of double doors at the end of the right side of the room. But when I tried to open them, I found they were locked. However, I could hear the quiet murmurs of people talking behind the doors, accompanied by the occasional laugh.

"Come on, let's find someplace to settle down." Damon mentioned, his arms laden with eight books. I hurried behind him as fast as my legs could carry me, burdened with at least five books.

We found a private, quiet corner not far from the strange double doors in the Ancient Roman section. It was in a maze like corner and completely secluded.

We sat down next to each other. I fold my legs underneath me while he stretched his legs out so his feet were pressed up against the opposite bookcase. He lounged lazily with his book while I studied my studiously, my head bent over the open book in my lap.

The book I was reading was strangely familiar in characteristics, almost identical to what I had learned about Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches in my time with the Originals and the Salvatore's.

It mentioned vervain and wooden stakes. It mentioned full moons and curses. It even mentioned daylight rings and magical devices that could stake out vampires. It made me nervous reading it and I nudged Damon.

"Dae?"

He quickly spun his head. I only called him that when I was truly scared. I hadn't meant to call him that because it didn't seem like a really bad thing, but it had slipped.

"What's wrong Y/N?"

I showed him the book. "Look how descriptive this is. There's no way that the person who wrote this wasn't either a vampire, werewolf, or witch, or knew of them!"

"But what's so scary about that?" Damon asked. "If humans don't believe in this stuff, it would be smart for a vampire, werewolf, or witch to write a book on it. They'd make a lot of money. Heck, I could write about the adventures that we've been on and it would be put down as fiction!"

I breathed in deeply and smiled at him, relaxing my shoulders, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm freaking out over this."

Damon put an arm around my shoulder and I nearly stopped breathing but quickly forced my attention back to the book. I decided to move onto another book, as I knew everything that the book I was reading had to offer. It would be better if I saw the other variants of the Vampire books so that I could be prepared on the questions depending on which type they asked.

"Y/N, look at this." Damon said with a snort. I shifted my attention to the book Damon was reading, "These vampires sparkle. Like fairies."

I laughed lightly. "Twilight vampires aren't real Damon."

"Neither are real vampires." Damon teased.

Someone must be nearby.

I chuckled, "Fair enough."

I tilted my head upwards and then found that Damon's face was inches from mine.

My breath was knocked out of me at the sight of him and I felt like freaking Bella looking at Edward except. . . this was more real. More pure.

A few strands of his hair were pressed to his forehead, his mouth curved upwards into that sexy smirk. His eyes were icy blue, penetrating into my soul. He had just the faintest start of a beard, probably from not shaving this morning. I could smell his John Varvatos cologne, which was an almost woodsy smell, not overpowering enough to be overwhelming, just enough to be delightful.

And his lips, where my E/C eyes were looking. Though he was smirking, his lips were parted just slightly, his top lip was thin, but his bottom lip was full and pink and kissable. Fuck, everything about him was kissable.

His head dipped downwards and I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath on my own lips, quivering in anticipation. His arm tightened around my shoulder, almost bringing me closer. There was so much hesitation, tension, and anticipation, and then I felt him pull back.

"Y/N." He groaned, "I'm not good for you. I'm a killer, a monster, a vampire. I'm dangerous, either by myself or by bringing dangers to me. If I. . . I can't lead you on. I can't make you think that I can be with you when it's just going to endanger you anyways."

"Damon. . ." I murmured, reaching for his hand. He let me take it, tracing the lines of his palm. Every person had a W or a V traced into their hands from palm lines. The W was for Werewolf and the V was for Vampire. It didn't necessarily mean that they would turn into one or the other, as most people went about their lives without even knowing such things existed. But it was just for what would be better for someone.

I was unique. On my right palm, I had a V and on my left palm, I had a W. A hybrid. Of course, not that it meant anything. I would never actually be a hybrid as I was not a werewolf. But that was besides the point.

Before I could say anything else, one of the assistant managers came around the corner of the library and I dropped Damon's hand, resting my left hand on the open book instead, looking up.

"Ah, Y/N Y/L/N, there you are. Come on, I have the rest of the others gathering. You should come alone."

He was flanked by two guards- he never went anywhere without them- and I quickly got up, leaving the books and Damon behind. We'd talk later.

I followed Mr. Laritate from the bookshelves. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"The other side of the library." Mr. Laritate answered and I followed him to the double doors I had been checking out earlier. "I'll see you soon."

I stepped through the doors and they slammed closed behind me.

I sighed, moving away from the doors.

This room was smaller, though it was still a library. However, unlike the other library, there was nothing extravagant or polished about this library.

There were cheap wooden chairs and tables scattered throughout the room in different shapes of square, rectangular, circular, and even a few that were triangular.

The bookshelves were rather cheap looking, some of the shelves crooked like they hadn't been fitted in properly. The floor was made of stone. There wasn't even a rug thrown over it.

This room seemed more crowded than the other, probably because of the smaller size of it- both sides of the room were rather close- and because there seemed to be quite a few people here.

I walked up to one of the bookcases to pull off a book and found that I couldn't. I frowned and got a better look at the bookshelves.

The books were fake. They were just painted wood- not even painted well up close- and glued to the cheap shelves. What in the world?

Was this an escape room kind of game? That didn't make sense at all and a strange fear lit up in side of me.

I took another look around the room, this time focused on the people, willing myself to recognize someone.

They all seemed rather buddy buddy with each other and it wasn't until I finally saw a few familiar faces- not necessarily friendly as I had beaten them last round- that I realized who these people were.

They were the losers of the past rounds.

But. . . they were dropped off at the islands and the planes shipped them home. . .

Well apparently not.

I also noticed that the large, heavy wooden doors were the only escape route. There wasn't a single window or door in the entire library. Not even a skylight or a trapdoor.

As the time continued to pass, my anxiety grew. The others didn't seem to mind, chatting easily with the others, either standing, sitting on the edges of tables, sitting on the floor by the bookcases, or lounging lazily in the wooden chairs.

"Do you know what's supposed to be going on?" I muttered to one young man- who I had no idea who he was.

He shrugged, "We were in the losers chambers for a few days. Now we're here. I figure it's a sort of redemption game."

Was it? If it was- why was I here then?

That was when the loud noise started.

It was horrendous, making everyone in the room drop to their knees, covering their ears with their hands.

I was one of them, squatting down, my elbows resting beside my thighs as I squeezed my hands tightly over my ears.

"DAMON!" I shouted as loudly as I dared, wondering if he could hear any of this or if he was covering his ears too.

The loud noise stopped and I looked up along with everyone else.

Protruding from the ceiling were large, funnel like structures. I started to edge my way towards the wooden doors. "Damon, I need you. I'm scared, please Dae." I begged under my breath, knowing he'd be able to hear me.

That was when it started to rain.

At first, everyone looked around puzzled as the rain splashed onto the stone floor, the clothes, the hair, and the furniture. And then the screaming started.

It was acid rain.

Everyone was trying to work together, pushing tables together so that they could all dive underneath, crawling into each others laps as everyone pushed for the middle.

Meanwhile, I ran for the door. I screamed in pain as the drops hit my skin, pulling a bobby pin from my hair because I knew the door would be locked.

"DAMON!" I screamed. I wasn't the only one screaming for people. Others were screaming for loved ones, for friends, for mothers, for fathers, for some ridiculous names that I was sure were meant for pets. "DAMON PLEASE!"

I wasn't very good at picking locks, especially with a fucking bobby pin. I stuck it into the lock, jiggling it around frantically as acid rain dropped down my cheeks, sizzing my hair, and burning my clothes away.

I was a mess and I knew it. I shrieked, falling to my knees as one of the rain drops fell into my eyes. I screamed in pain, squeezing my eyes shut, jiggling the bobby pin frantically, more and more. The lock was starting to melt and finally, finally, I slammed my shoulder against the door and the doors cracked open.

Everyone started to stream from the room, carrying chairs and tables over their heads, screaming for the others to get off the yacht.

The people who had been studying for the test looked up, trying to figure out what was going on.

I ignored everyone, stumbling back to where I had left Damon. I prayed he wasn't there because if he was, he had either ignored me, hadn't heard me, or he was hurt.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. His wrists were tied to the bookcases with vervain, a stake plunged into his stomach.

"Y/N." He replied weakly.

I yanked the stake out of his stomach, hissing as the burned hands came in contact with the wood. Crying in pain, which just cause more pain because of my burned cheeks and eye, I undid the vervain ropes before collapsing in pain and tears.

"Y/N? Y/N?" Damon asked frantically, his healing process slower than normal from the vervain. "What happened? Y/N! Speak to me!"

"Acid rain." I coughed out. "Please Damon."

Damon bit into his wrist roughly, practically forcing his blood down my throat.

I sucked at it eagerly, not necessarily because I relished the taste, but because of the relief it brought. The pain from my eye faded, the bloody wounds fading from my legs, arms, and face. My hair stopped smelling like it was burning and the hair follicles healed.

As I tried catching my breath from all the horror, Damon's hand found a place on the back of my head, smashing his lips to mine feverishly.

It was better than I had thought it would be. His lips were soft, yet firm and hard against my own which simply melted against his force. I could taste blood, smoke, bourbon, and something sweet- maybe from the pancakes.

His hand gripped my hair hard, forcing me against him- not that I minded. His other hand snaked around my waist, pressing me into him. I felt my terror and fear slipping away and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing back with full force.

I pulled away from air, our foreheads resting together as I breathed in deeply. "I thought you said you weren't going to play with my feelings."

"I couldn't stop myself. Hearing you scream for me and I was unable to get there. Knowing that you could've died and I would've been stuck here, tied down with fucking vervain and a bloody piece of wood. I've never been scared like that before. I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much and it's not fair to you."

"Don't stay away from me anymore." I murmured. "I don't care. I love you Damon."

"I know. But we have to talk about this later. I'm getting you out of here now."

We got to our feet and Damon wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me through the bookcases quickly until we got out of the maze, heading for the door.

The library was a mess now, chairs overturned, books flung everywhere. It was still raining in the acid room and I wondered if anyone was dead in there.

"Damon. . . what if we could help someone in there?" I asked as he pulled me towards the exit to the library.

"If it means I'm putting you in danger, I can't." Damon replied forcefully. "I won't."

I felt my heart wrench, "Please Damon."

Damon hesitated, looking between the exit and the acid doors.

I was in his arms within seconds and he zoomed back to the acid doors, looking inside. There were a few bodies laying on the ground, unmoving and the blood leaking out of them suggested that they were completely dead. Anyone alive- even injured- had escaped.

I let out a sob and Damon hugged me to his chest. "Let's go Y/N. Come on."

He sprinted to the door, opening it up, and coming short, pushing me behind him as he came face to face with Mr. Laritate and his two guards. It only now hit me that his guards had stayed behind when he'd walked me to the acid room.

Damon bared his teeth.

"Ah, I see you two are up and kicking." Mr. Laritate said with a bit of a smile. "And completely healed Y/N Y/L/N, what a pleasant, but unsurprising outcome."

"You knew?" I whisper asked, clutching the back of Damon's shirt. I didn't want him to get hurt. "The game show was just a hoax?"

"Not for those who are lower on the totem pole. The workers on the boat and other staff. But me and the creators of the games are really looking for someone- or rather- something else. Vampires to be most specific."

I clutched the back of Damon's shirt harder.

"So letters are sent out all the time to cities like New Orleans and other cities that might have supernatural population. We usually get quite a few Vampires from New Orleans, and we've even got a witch working with us. But Mystic Falls was mentioned and so we sent a few letters out, looking for the right house. And now you two are here. Two very fine vampires."

"You're wrong." Damon growled, a protective arm thrown in front of me. "I'm the only Vampire here."

Mr. Laritate tilted his head to the side, his bald head shining in the fluorescent lights, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. "Well. . . not for long."

I felt hands catch around my throat and I let out a choked gasp. Damon spun, fearful eyes meeting mine as there was a pain in my neck, a cracking sound, and everything went black.

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