the bright sun. He turned back to the men on his ship. “Must be marooned here. Perhaps they’re stowaways,” he surmised.
“Pretty stowaways, captain,” one man replied, leering at the women.
“Throw down your rope,” Marinos shouted, as he and Blandon prepared to help with the docking of the enormous vessel.
Soon, the men were disembarking the huge ship and studying the scene before them. There was a crowd of women standing around on the quayside, and they could see that the island comprised lots of greenery and some small huts. Up on a hill stood a large house.
The captain of the ship approached the sailors with a frown. “How long have you been marooned here?” he asked, eyeing their attire. The men wore shorts, while the women were all in bikinis, some with shawls draped over them.
“Oh, we’re not marooned here,” Marinos replied with a chuckle, “we live here. This is our home.”
“Impossible. No one lives on islands anymore,” another man jeered.
“ We do.” Marinos wasn’t keen on being called a liar.
“They’ve got boats!” another man said, spying the little fishing boats moored up by the rocks.
“How did you get here?” the captain asked suspiciously.
“What’s it got to do with you?” Marinos was getting really angry now. He hadn’t encountered such animosity from passing crews before. Usually they were only too happy to see people residing on the island and accepted their hospitality graciously.
“Hold your tongue, lad!” One of the men emerged from the crowd and pulled out a gun. He pointed it at Marinos.
There was a collective gasp from the girls, who started edging back toward the huts.
“Nobody move!” the man with the gun shouted.
The girls stopped and gaped at him.
“Now, look here.” Marinos tried to cajole the man.
The gun went off and Marinos sunk to the ground with a yell, clutching his arm. Blandon bent down to help his friend as blood poured onto the sand.
“Do you want the same?” The man with the gun now pointed it at him.
Blandon shook his head and stood upright. Marinos groaned in agony.
“Why don’t we all calm down?” the captain said. “Who’s in charge here?”
“Well, we all are,” Blandon explained.
“Where’s your captain?”
“We don’t have a captain on the island. He told you, we live here.”
“Right, well by my reckoning, as the only captain here, I guess that makes me in charge, eh lads?” the man grimaced as his crew cheered behind him.
“Never any doubt, captain,” one of the men shouted up.
“Right. Glad that’s settled. Now, why don’t you women go and prepare some food for me and my crew? Oh, and you can get him cleaned up an’ all.” The captain kicked Marinos, causing him to yelp. Hebe and Naida were the first of the girls to move. They ran back up the island.
“You warn the others, I’ll get some food on,” Hebe urged her friend. As soon as they were out of sight, Naida ran across to the other side of the island and over the causeway.
“What happened?” Ligia asked her friend as she ran toward them.
“Sounded like a big bang,” Kalliope offered.
Naida nodded, panting. “Men. Th–they’ve got guns. One of them shot Marinos in the arm.”
“Get back, girls, we’ve got to keep out of sight,” Ligia urged the women. They all made their way back across Destiny Rock and hid in a large cave.
“We need to get to the computer. It’s the only way to let the men know,” Kalliope said with a frown.
“Ademia can do that,” Ligia replied. “Naida, can you tell her to?”
“I d–don’t want to go back there with those men,” Naida wailed, as she burst into tears. “I w–was so frightened.”
“OK, I’ll go back,” Ligia said, decisively. “Kally, you and the girls stay here. Try to stay out of sight for as long as you can. Go into the sea if you have to. The more people they don’t know about the better.”
“The element of surprise,” Kalliope said with a gleam in her