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forward and peeked over the edge at the boarding party. Two shapes were visible in the water directly below—fast-hulled jet boats, commonly known as cigarettes—matching the speed of the larger vessel as its mass carried it forward despite the reversal of her screws. In addition to the pilot helming each cigarette boat, there were ten armed men, five per boat, now attempting to make the four story ascent to the deck. Despite the awkwardness of the rope scaling ladders attached to the grappling hooks, the intruders were making nimble progress. Kismet was going to have company in a matter of seconds.
    He resisted an impulse to cut nearest line. Doing so would only have served to attract the attention of the men below, and Kismet doubted even the razor sharp edge of the Bali-Song could slice through all the thick ropes in time. Instead, he melted back into the darkness, waiting for a better opportunity.
    The armed boarding party swarmed over the railing, expecting no opposition and meeting none. They carried AK-47s or possibly a regionally produced variant; the sturdy assault rifle was easily obtainable from a number of different sources. The men, a scattering of Chinese among a majority of Indonesians, wore ragged jeans, cast-off military fatigues and t-shirts with English and Chinese language advertising logos. Despite their unprofessional appearance, Kismet recognized that they were trained combatants, not formally trained perhaps, but men who had honed their survival skills in an arena far more exacting than any military school. They fanned out as if they had intimate knowledge of the cruise vessel and her decks. Kismet didn’t doubt that such was the case; the seizure of The Star of Muara had not been merely a spur of the moment attack on a target of opportunity.
    He figured there were probably more groups like this boarding the vessel elsewhere. Additionally, there was an unknown number of pirates who had patiently waited, perhaps performing duties as members of the ship’s crew, until the signal to strike was given. Though it was impossible to verify, Kismet estimated a force of at least fifty men were now swarming over The Star of Muara . There seemed to be little he could hope to accomplish against such overwhelming odds, but he couldn’t bear to simply hide out in the shadows.
    He moved toward the rail again and peered over the side at the boats below. The two jet boats were already pulling away, leaving the scaling ropes to dangle purposelessly against the side of the ship. Another vessel however, hove into view, slowly navigating toward the ocean liner. This craft appeared to be a Chinese junk, drawing motive power from a large diesel engine, rather than the sails which hung limply from the mast. Even with the modern power source, the craft would never have been able to match the cruise ship’s speed. Here at least was an answer to the question of why the pirates’ first objective had been to reverse the cruise ship’s engines. The mystery of why were the attackers utilizing such a slow boat when they had so much speed at their command, both from the cigarettes and the cruise ship itself, continued to gnaw at him.
    They’re not staying , he realized. This is a simple heist; take what they can grab and run like hell. And if the pirates intended to use the junk to haul away their booty, they evidently had no intention of keeping the massive cruise ship as a prize.
    Kismet didn’t stop to think about what he was doing; under the circumstances it seemed like the right thing to do. Clipping his butterfly knife to his belt, he drew one of the grapnels from off the rail and carefully coiled the scaling rope over his shoulder.
    The junk drew nearer to The Star of Muara , close enough for Kismet to see the figures moving about her deck. A moment later, its hull scraped against the larger craft as it pulled in parallel beside her. Kismet leaned out a little further, risking discovery, in order to observe the crew of