Pirate

Hand it over.” The young man’s dark eyes bored into Sam as he treaded water near the boat. “Now.”

“Nuno,” Sam said. “You don’t want to do this.”

“Yes. I do.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. Hand it to me.”

“And what?”

“And you die a quick death instead of a slow one.”

“Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it.”

Nuno hesitated, his gaze moving from Sam to Remi, then back. “You do not understand. They have already killed Captain Delgado. They will kill my family if I do not do this.”

Remi, disregarding Sam’s advice to stay behind him, tried to swim closer.

Sam grabbed her arm, stopping her. “They’ll murder you, too,” he said to Nuno. “These men are cold-blooded killers.”

“It is my family. Please… forgive me.” He waved the revolver at them, his dark eyes shimmering as he recited something in Portuguese. A prayer, Sam thought.

Not a good sign.

“They watch even now,” Nuno said. “To see that I kill you. Please. I do not want my family to die.”

“Remi,” Sam said. “Hand me the bag and swim away.”

“I’m not leaving you, Sam.”

“Yes. You are. Once my wife is safe, I’ll give you the bag.”

Nuno shoved the gun forward. “No! I do not trust you. You!” he said, pointing the gun at Remi. “You give it to me. Not him!”

“Remi…” Sam held tight to her arm.

“Now!” Nuno cried.

Remi smiled at Sam. “He’s protecting his family.”

Which is what made him so dangerous. The last thing he needed right now was to stir up any more anger and he reluctantly let go of Remi.

She swam toward the boat and held up the bag. The young man grasped it, but Remi held tight, saying, “Nuno, I pray that your family is safe. And that you will do what is right by them.”

And then she let go.

Sam’s heart thundered in his chest as he watched his wife treading water, far too close to the gunman and the barrel of that revolver.

Nuno opened the bag, peered inside, then dropped it into the bottom of the Zodiac. He looked at the gun, then Remi. “I am sorry.” He pointed and fired.

Remi jerked in the water, then turned toward Sam, her face pale, eyes wide, as she reached out. Her hand grasped his, and he pulled her toward him.

A second shot shattered the air, and Sam wrapped his arms around her, adrenaline racing through his veins. He turned, placing himself between Remi and the gunman. But a third shot never came. The Zodiac engine revved as it sped away, leaving the two of them there in the water.

“Remi?”

“I’m fine.”

He looked into her eyes, unable to believe. “How? I saw—”

“He fired into the water. It scared me.”

“Why?”

“I think he hopes they’ll believe we’re dead. What if—”

Sam kissed her hard, then let her go, as they both started slipping below the surface. He looked out toward the Golfinho, the growing whitecaps making it difficult to see clearly. If they were lucky, the same was true for anyone on the Golfinho looking out toward them. The Zodiac was halfway to it, and he hoped that Nuno was convincing in his part. If he wasn’t… At least they’d have some warning — should anyone want to return to finish them off, they’d have to do it in the Zodiac.

Now their best bet for survival was to stay near the rocks, where the Golfinho couldn’t navigate.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Zodiac arrived back at the Golfinho. Sam and Remi watched as the anchor on the boat was raised. Someone leaned over the side, pointing an assault rifle. Sam and Remi dove from sight as the Zodiac was peppered with gunfire.

The Golfinho motored away. Sam reached out and grasped Remi’s hand.

“On the bright side,” she said, calling out over the roar of the wind and the roiling ocean, “we’re alive.”

“There is that.” What they didn’t need was the extra weight of their near-empty air tanks sapping their energy as they treaded water. They removed and dropped them. Sam turned, taking in their situation. They’d drifted quite a ways from their dive location, the island looming close, and the waves crashing against the treacherous rocks. The strong current continued its relentless pull, and they swam farther out, away from the danger.

Sam glanced up at the sky, the dark clouds threatening imminent rain. “Looks like we have two choices. Try to make it to the mainland or wait it out here.”

“In the water?”

“Or on the island,” he called out. “Sharks or pit vipers?”

She took in the island, her gaze sweeping across the rocky shoreline. “What if I don’t like either choice?”

“Sorry, Remi,” he said. “Unless you can think of Plan B?”

“Wait for Selma to send help?”

The whitecaps grew higher and the wind picked up as the storm neared. All too soon, the first few raindrops fell. Trying to swim to the mainland in this would be near impossible even for the best of swimmers. And that was assuming they didn’t get caught in a crosscurrent and get pulled out to deeper waters.

“The island,” he said. Better to stay put. Wait for help. And hope the snakes didn’t like the rain.