At the harbor, David surveyed the boats. There were a slew of fishing boats, but only a few motor yachts. David tried to think. What was the priority? Range or speed? He needed both, but how much of each? There was a Sunseeker 80 yacht. He tried to remember the specs. He had looked at buying one two years ago. It was twenty-four and a half meters long, cruised at twenty-four knots and could do thirty, he thought. The range was maybe three hundred fifty nautical miles. But there was a monstrosity on the end, a forty-meter Sunseeker. With luck, it would have a submersible on the back dock. He nodded to it. “We’ll take the larger motor yacht,” he said to Kamau.
A few minutes later, the forty-meter yacht was cruising out into the Mediterranean, toward the cruise ship burning in the night.
Kate’s arms and legs were tiring. She could barely keep her head above the water. The ship continued to spew smoke into the air and spit splintered pieces of wreckage into the water, almost taking her under every few seconds.
But they had nowhere to go: a wide wall of fire burned over the water, a ring that trapped them in a small area of water close to the ship.
Her body ached all over and her lungs hurt just to breathe.
Shaw was swimming for something—a piece of wreckage. He towed it back to her and the three men. “Grab on. We’ll have to wait the fire out, then try to swim to shore—”
David surveyed the listless cruise ship. It burned like a wildfire on the water. The ship was collapsing in on itself, and periodically, explosions erupted from random places. The gas tanks that fueled the turbine engines had ruptured at some point and the gas burned over the water in a stunning half-ring of fire around the ship. People jumped from all decks, some no doubt to their deaths. They disappeared into the water beyond the wall of fire. David didn’t see how they could get out. They certainly couldn’t swim through the fire, and the field of flames was too wide to dive under.
His only hope was that Kate had survived the fall and was waiting there for him.
David went belowdecks and checked the submersible. He opened it and checked the controls. Out of oxygen. What did that leave? Waiting for the flames to die? What if she was injured?
“David, what do you need?”
“Oxygen.”
Kate caught a glimpse of something beneath the water a split second before it grabbed Shaw and pulled him under.
At first Kate thought it was a shark or some other sea creature, but Shaw surfaced, flailing his arms desperately. He reached back, felt the end of the floating wreckage, and clawed his way up onto it. The thing rose out of the water, pummeling Shaw’s body, slamming him into the wreckage. It was a man, Kate saw that now, and he was unbelievably powerful. His muscles were huge. He wore scuba gear and several tanks on his back. Shaw fought bravely, swinging with his last bit of strength, but the monster was too powerful. One of his blows connected with Shaw’s face, forcing his head into the hard surface below. Shaw fell limp against the wreckage, and the man grabbed him and began receding into the water.
Kate made for them, throwing herself into the fray. She pushed against the scuba diver’s face mask. She gripped Shaw with her other hand, trying to free him.
The monster ripped his face mask off. “What the hell are you doing?”
David.
Kate froze. A flood of emotions overwhelmed her. She felt her limbs go numb and she gulped a mouthful of seawater.
David released Shaw and reached for her. He looked into her eyes for a moment, then opened his mouth to say something. Shaw’s fist connected square with David’s face, sending him below the water. Shaw dived after him, but Kate regained her composure and fought her way between them.
“Boys, boys!” She pushed at each of them, putting herself between them.
“You’re protecting him?!” David spat.
“He saved my life,” Kate said.
“He threw you off the ship.”
“It’s uh, it’s… complicated.”
David stared at her. “Whatever. We’re getting out of here.” He unslung one of the tanks from his back and pushed it toward Kate. “Take this.”
Kate motioned to Martin, Chang, and the other scientist. “What about them?”
“What about ’em?”
“They’re coming with us,” Kate insisted.
David shook his head. He started putting the tank straps around Kate’s shoulders.
She pulled away from him and swam to the men. “This is Martin Grey, my father.”
David floated there for a moment. “I… thought Patrick Pierce, or… Tom Warner was your father.”
Kate nodded. “He is. Martin’s my adoptive… It’s… complicated, okay?”
“What’s not complicated around here? All right, the three of you,” he glanced back at Shaw coldly, “four of you can share a tank.”