Bray looked at Hawkins and said, “Should you say it or should I?”
Hawkins and Bray hadn’t talked about what to do, but they knew each other fairly well and typically came to similar conclusions. Joliet, on the other hand, often thought differently. She had a passionate personality, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to disagree with a consensus. The thing was, even when Joliet was outnumbered ten to one, she wouldn’t back down if she believed she was right. And as much as that frustrated certain people—Bray among them—she often was right.
So when she spoke first, saying, “We need to cut our losses and leave,” Hawkins just stared.
“I don’t like it,” she continued. “Not at all. But we don’t know if Kam and DeWinter are still alive. There are four of us, armed with weapons, and we were damn lucky to survive the day. I hope you guys don’t hate me for saying this—I know it’s a morale killer—but with Drake knocked out and two spearguns missing, not to mention being exhausted, we’re going to be lucky if all of us, or any of us, makes it back to the Magellan alive.”
“The one time she agrees with us,” Bray said to Hawkins, “and it’s on the subject of ‘we’re all gonna die.’”
Joliet grinned. “You want me to change my mind?”
“Nothing to change it to,” Bray said. “We stay, we die. We leave, we die.”
“We’re not going to die,” Hawkins said.
“And now he’s disagreeing,” Bray said. “You know, if you two ever get together, you’re going to fight all the time about—”
“Bray,” Hawkins warned.
Joliet shoved Bray’s shoulder with her foot. “We agree that you’re an asshole.”
Bray laughed and the others joined in. The heavy weight of their predicament lifted for just a moment, but quickly settled again, pulling their smiles down.
“So,” Hawkins said. “We’ll leave. But we’re going to have to spend the night here. We’ll sleep and keep watch in shifts. Two sleeping, two watching.”
“Which means one sleeping, two watching,” Bray said. “Drake is out for the count.”
Hawkins nodded. “Would love to say we can all sleep, but that’s not going to happen, and keeping watch with just one person is too dangerous.”
No one argued, so Hawkins moved on. “We need to make a stretcher for Drake. We can rotate carrying it, but…” He turned to Joliet. “Please don’t hate me for this. If we’re attacked and the only way to survive is to leave Drake behind, don’t hesitate. Run. Both of you.”
Hawkins could see Joliet’s jaw muscle flexing as she ground her teeth. But then she said, “I get it.”
Despite her agreement, Hawkins felt the need to elaborate. “It’s what he would—”
“I said I get it,” she said firmly. “We don’t need to talk about it.”
“Okay,” Hawkins said, and was glad for Joliet’s reluctance to discuss the topic. If things went south on the trip back to the lagoon, he wanted Bray and Joliet to run to the Magellan and not look back. But he had no intention of leaving Drake behind. Not until the man’s heart stopped beating, or his own did. Kam and DeWinter were unknowns, and it was clear to him that finding the pair and escaping without a casualty was impossible. They’d be lucky if one or two of them survived. If they followed the trail back, were careful to avoid the croc, and rang the hell out of the goat’s bell while traveling through the draco-snake territory, they might make it back with their lives. Jones wouldn’t like it. Not at all. But their best chance at saving Kam and DeWinter was to return with help—the kind that carries machine guns and wears body armor.
“We’ll leave after dawn,” Hawkins said. “Most land predators hunt in the twilight hours. And it will be brighter in the jungle. We’ll take only what we need for the return trip—water and weapons. The rest stays here.”
“Even if we make it back to the ship,” Bray said, “we’ll still need to convince Jones to leave his daughter behind.”
“Sounded like Bennett might be able to handle things if we help him get the ship out of the lagoon,” Joliet said.
“All he has to do is point us east, gun the engines, and hope we don’t run into another storm,” Hawkins said.
Bray shook his head, but his smile revealed amusement. Then the smile disappeared. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Ranger. The Mr. Positivity routine. But you know better than anyone that man versus nature scenarios usually don’t work out well for man. Modern man, anyway. When we’re wrapped in the blanket of technology, we’re the top dog. But out here? We’re in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. There might not be another human being for two hundred miles in every direction. And even if there were, we have no way to contact them, nor do we know where we are.”
“Bray,” Hawkins said.
“Let me finish,” Bray said, his voice nearly a shout. “The point is, I’d appreciate some realism.”