becomes public knowledge at some point.”
“Like my amazing sexual prowess,” Max said. “I’m sure you hear it echoing through the passageways at night.”
“Yet, we never hear Darby,” Shane said. “Hmmm, I’m thinking this may be a one sided love affair.”
“She’s a pillow biter,” Max whispered loudly. Darby just sighed.
“Boys?” Thorne asked.
“Shutting the fuck up, Uncle Vinny,” Shane said.
“Zippity zoo,” Max added as he pretended to zip his lips.
“Now that is out of your systems,” Ballantine said as he stood up from his chair at the head of the table, “I’m now going to jump right in with both feet first. I hate to be the one to tell all of you, but as of this morning, every person on this ship, as well as the ship itself, has been disavowed by the government of the United States Of America.”
They all stared at him for a minute.
“Does that mean we aren’t citizens anymore?” Max finally asked.
“That means that those of us that were citizens are now considered nonexistent and those that weren’t citizens are considered to be foreign aggressors and added to every watch list on the planet.”
No one said a word.
“It’s nothing special,” Darby said. “You get used to it.”
“You what?” Max asked, whipping his head around to look at Darby. “Whoa, what haven’t you told me about yourself?”
“Almost everything,” Darby said.
“Well, yeah, I knew we had secrets, but being thought of as a foreign aggressor is something you tell your boyfriend,” Max said. “I mean, come on, Darby, I put my penis in you every night. I like to know when my penis is going into an enemy of the United States, because I’m just old school that way.”
“Now I’m going to be sick like Lucy,” Kinsey said.
“You’ve been on US soil lots of times since I’ve known you,” Darren said to Darby.
“See?” she said casually. “Not a big deal.”
“You’re a traitor fucker,” Shane said to Max. “It’s like I don’t even know who you are.”
“Knock it off!” Thorne shouted. “This shit is very fucking serious!”
The brothers were about to respond, but their uncle’s glare stopped them and they kept their mouth shut.
“I have Captain Lake taking us out into international waters since these waters are considered United States territory because of their proximity to American Samoa,” Ballantine said. “He is then plotting a course to someplace that I believe we can be safe from our pursuers.”
“They’re still after us?” Darren asked. “We didn’t lose them after that dust up in Chile?”
“No, unfortunately, we did not lose them,” Ballantine said.
“Do we know for sure they’re cartel?” Kinsey asked.
“We know they are connected,” Ballantine replied. “They may not be cartel themselves, but they have certainly been set on the chase by the cartels.”
“Why are more than one after us?” Shane asked. “Why not just the Colende cartel?”
“Apparently by killing Espanoza, we have upset the balance of power in Mexico,” Ballantine replied. “He had made several alliances with other cartels to fund his creation of the cocaine additive. When we destroyed that, we angered more than just the Colende operation.”
“Dudes need to chill and get over it,” Max said. “They have to be wasting all kinds of money coming after us. Not like they can take us anyway. We fucking kill monster sharks and giant fucking snakes and whatever the hell that thing in Chile was. In the dictionary you’ll find a group picture of Team Grendel under badass.”
“Hooyah,” Shane said and fist bumped his brother.
“Tell them,” Thorne said to Ballantine.
“I am not sure now is the time, Commander,” Ballantine said. “I would like to gather more information.”
“Yeah, and I’d like to retire to a quiet condo in San Diego and watch sports, drink beer, and die happy,” Thorne growled, “and that ain’t gonna happen either.”
“Very