The water above Flynn shimmered with the wavering rays of dying moonlight as he sank deeper and deeper into the sea. Nearby, Billy struggled, kicking his legs, but a cloud of dark-red blood muddied the water around him, until he struggled no more.
She had shot Billy to save him. The realization drifted through his mind, muffled beneath the silent screams he held back so he wouldn’t suck water into his lungs. He pulled at his wrists and ankles, but the rope was tight. Bloody sailors and their knot-tying skills. There was no hope of escape, not this time. He ought to face his death calmly, but it was bloody hard when he had so much to live for.
The light above him rippled and darkened as a shadow suddenly plunged into the water and sank toward him. The figure swam down into the crushing de
