A Ravel of Waters

'Is that what you call your group of murdering hijackers?' I retorted.

He flushed. ‘Puerio, sooner or later you will understand. Group Condor,..'

Then, thinking perhaps that by arguing I was playing for time, he ordered bluntly, 'Take that old goat away! Lock up the girl, too, for the moment. She's worth more to us than he is.' 'She's only the sail-maker!' I expostulated. 'Ah!' he echoed. 'Only the sail-maker! For what sails!'

His jeer reduced me to silence. What other game might Kay also be playing? I simply could not believe it.

'Clear the passageway,' Grohman ordered as the thug marched Sir James out in front of him. 'No one is to leave their quarters from now on – understood?'

Jim Yell, I thought, wasn't the sort of man who would take kindly to being pushed around. Nor any others of the crew. They were paratroopers, trained to kill.

'The rescue crew must be cared for,' I intervened. 'They've taken a beating.'

'We'll see that they don't come to any harm,' said Grohman maliciously. 'Now – get on the phone. Check with Tideman on the bridge. And no tricks!' He gestured at the UZI.

I stepped past Brockton's body. I noted in the cipher terminal case that there was a plug connection to link with the telephone. It certainly was sophisticated equipment. 'John?' I said when I had dialled the bridge.

Tideman's voice was full of suppressed tension. He said, obviously marking time, 'You got Kay all right?'

'She's going to be fine, I think. I'm in Paul's cabin in the stern.' 'Yes?' I could imagine that neutral reply being forced out of him with a gun at his back. Taul is dead.'

Grohman made a silencing gesture. 'I am on my way to the bridge. With Grohman.'

Tideman's voice was without inflexion. 'I've got problems here.' In other words, the take-over was complete. 'Everything functioning – shipwise, I mean?' 'Aye.' 'Keep her like that until I come.' 'I'll do that.'

'Discretion is the better part of valour,' Grohman sneered further. 'First, the bridge. Then you'll enjoy my own recent experience of being confined to quarters. I am going to lock you up in the sick-bay – you'll be safer there. I want your cabin. Come!'

Jetwind was running like a greyhound newly back in its stride. Tideman was carrying a press of sail. What puzzled me was that Grohman made no move to interfere. Maybe that was why Tideman had been left alive, to handle the ship.

We made our way along the life-lines to the bridge via the radio office, Grohman behind me, UZI at the ready. Arno's chair was now occupied by one of Grohman's gang. Several alarms were buzzing away unanswered. 'Landajo! Who the devil wants us?'

'One of them is the radio-telephone, the other is Weather Routing's call-sign,' answered the operator. 'You expecting a call?' Grohman asked of me.

'Possibly Thomsen from Cape Town,' I replied. 'You can explain this situation, Grohman.'

'Let them buzz,' he told Landajo. 'You are not to reply to anyone – total radio silence.' 'Very good, comrade.'

Comrade! Brockton's warning about the Red threat in the Southern Ocean had become very real. Real enough for him to have paid with his life. 'This is to be the only signal – send this in our code. Landajo…' Grohman switched into Spanish. The message was brief, but I recognized the phrase, 'Las Malvinas son nuestras.'

'You won't get away with this,' I told Grohman. 'International terrorism doesn't pay.'

I did not appreciate how near the limit he was. He struck at me with his open hand, but I ducked. Before I could counter-punch, he had stuck the automatic in my stomach.

'Don't try that again, you bastard!' he rapped out. 'When that signal is received a new era will begin! The Falklands will be ours again, after a century and a half of British oppression!'

I kept a contemptuous silence. Then he snapped, 'We've wasted enough time!' Tideman and the helmsman were on watch. A trigger-happy hijacker stood guard at the rear of the bridge brandishing an automatic like Grohman's. He started nervously when we entered.

'Las Malvinas son nuestras!' Grohman's catch-phrase relaxed the man immediately. It must have been the gang's password for the hijacking.

'Tideman!' said Grohman. 'Put the ship on automatic! Face this way. You are at the wheel, keep your eyes ahead! If you turn, you die!'

Tideman manipulated the controls, then turned and came to us. For all he knew, he was about to be blasted into eternity. 'What is all this about?' he asked coolly. Grohman indicated the UZI. 'It is all about this.' 'Do as he says, John,' I warned. Tideman gave me a quick glance. I could see the meaning behind it – did Grohman know his background? 'Stop!'

The other gangman moved so that both he and Grohman had clear fields of fire.

The slightly hysterical note returned to Grohman's voice. 'This ship is now under my command. You and Rainier will be locked up. Any attempt to escape and you will be shot.'

I could see Tideman's tension ease. Grofiman wasn't wise to him! 'Yes.' Tideman's tone was completely neutral.