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had never been hit that hard, not even at the girls school in Colorado. Such pure physical violence was new in her life, something that only happened to other people or in the movies. The pirate’s brown face split into a nasty grin, showing his yellowed, snaggled teeth. He barked commands in a language she had never heard before.
    Another pirate pushed Ricky and Nikki into the cabin from their stateroom. Tears streamed down Nikki’s face and she was shaking from fear. A third man had twisted DC’s arm behind her and was holding her head down on the table in front of the radio. The men pushed the four Americans together onto the settee and exchanged a few words. It sounded like a babbling gibberish to Heather. She noticed that none of them had a gun but all were carrying wicked-looking knives. One man went back on deck while the remaining two jabbered at each other, ignoring them.
    “What are they going to do to us?” Nikki asked, her voice barely audible and quaking.
    “I don’t know,” DC answered, fear in every word, her hands shaking.
    “Did they hurt Troy or Mark?” Heather asked. DC only gave her a worried look in reply. They heard laughter and a loud splash that sounded like someone falling overboard. Then more laughter echoed from outside and they could hear Troy shouting. Suddenly, he was propelled down the companionway, stripped naked. His face was blotched with red marks and his lower lip was bleeding. The two men followed him down.
    “They killed Mark,” he gasped. The three girls stared at him, fully understanding what the splash had been. The oldest of the pirates, who was plainly in charge, grabbed Ricky by his long hair, pulled him over to the dinette table and jammed his face down with a gnarled hand onto the hard surface. He held him there by the hair while he cut his clothes away with a knife. The three other men searched the boat.
    “Are there only four?” Heather asked. She was bitterly aware that she was only wearing a flimsy T-shirt.
    “Yeah,” Troy said. The old man guarding them shoutedsomething and slammed Ricky’s head on the tabletop. He clearly wanted them to be silent.
    Now the three men started to ransack the boat while the old man guarded them. Two men threw everything they could onto the deck while the third ripped out the radios, navigation equipment, and radar set. Their guard let go of Ricky but kept him bent over the table.
    After what seemed an eternity, they were finished in the cabin and three men went up on deck. Then they heard a winch start to creak. It was twilight before the pirates had ripped out the yacht’s auxiliary engine. Finally, they were finished and the three men came back down the companionway ladder and started eating as they talked. The old man gestured at Ricky, who was still bent over the table, and kicked his legs apart. With the blade of his knife, he scraped the open sores that were festering on the inside of Ricky’s thighs. “What’s the matter with Ricky’s legs?” Heather whispered to Nikki. Nikki didn’t answer. The pirates continued to discuss Ricky’s sores. A decision made, they grabbed him, tied his hands behind his back and pushed him up on deck. Then the men came back.
    One of the younger men dropped his trousers and grabbed Troy’s hair. He held a knife at his throat, bent him over the table in the same position as Ricky had been and hunched over him. “You bastard,” Troy groaned. The man slammed his face down onto the table, hard, making his nose bleed. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” Again, the man slammed Troy’s face onto the table as he entered him.
    The three girls tried to turn away, not wanting to watch the rape. But the other men kept slapping their faces, making them watch until it was over. Troy bucked when they tied his hands. Two men punched at his face until he quit struggling. They shoved him into a corner, laughing at his impotent rage.
    The old man’s right hand flashed out and ripped the T-shirt off