Chapter 8
“What now?” Corey asked. He cast a doubtful eye at the shore, which no longer seemed quite as close as it had a moment before. “Do we swim for it?”
Aycayia seemed to brighten at the prospect, but Maddock shook his head. “No. Not yet anyway.”
In a matter of seconds, the launch drew close enough to see not only the faces of its passengers—men with olive complexions and dark hair—but also the assault rifles that were aimed at them.
Slowly, Maddock raised his hands. “We surrender,” he shouted, trying to sound both aggrieved and frightened. “You can have our money. The boat, too. Just don’t kill us.”
“Don’t move!” One of the gunmen shouted.
“Does it look like we’re moving, Captain Jack Sparrow?” Bones replied. “Now why don’t you point those things somewhere—”
Aycayia interrupte
