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out of their path, but one of the pirates leapt over the edge of the boat, onto the side of a cargo hold. “Billy! Cut the cargo rope off!” Dylan accelerated the boat and maxed out the engines at thirty knots then slid back down the wheelhouse ladder to help Billy.
    The pirate swung the barrel of his rifle over the side of the boat and fired blindly, blanketing the boat deck with lead and tearing holes into crates, the hull, and equipment. Billy ducked behind a cluster of buoys while Dylan stayed behind the cover of the wheelhouse on the opposite side. The firing stopped, and when Dylan poked his head around, he saw the pirate swing his leg over the edge of the hull. Dylan sprinted toward him, and just before the pirate could fire the rifle, Dylan shoved him back over the side. The pirate grabbed the sleeve of Dylan’s shirt on the way down, bringing Dylan off the side of the boat with him.
    The two men clung to the cargo net as waves of salt water washed over them, the boat still plowing forward. The pirate aimed the rifle, and Dylan kicked it away, losing his grip with his left hand and almost falling from the net. The rifle splashed into the water, and Dylan saw the smaller sixteen footer struggle to keep up with them. The pirate pulled a knife and sliced open a cut on Dylan’s arm before he could move out of the way.
    Gunfire broke though the sprays of water puffed from the ocean as the small vessel tried to chase them. The pirate swung his knife violently at Dylan, who kept trying to pull himself up the net, struggling against the chop of the waves. Dylan finally caught the pirate’s arm, locking it under his own, and slammed his forehead into the pirate’s nose. The blade splashed into the ocean, and Dylan flung the man from the net in his disoriented state and watched his body skip across the water.
    “Captain!” Billy peered over the side of the boat and extended his hand. Dylan reached for it but slipped, due to the beads of water slick on his arm. “C’mon, Captain!” Dylan lunged again, and this time the hold stuck, but a loud whistling came through the air, and then the water erupted into an explosion five feet from where Dylan struggled to reenter the boat, sending up a geyser twelve feet high.
    The explosion left a ringing in Dylan’s ears, and he almost pulled Billy over the side with him but managed to keep his footing and flopped onto the deck.
    Dylan caught his breath and checked his arm as another explosion rocked the stern on the starboard side of the ship. Dylan rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up, blood streaming down the side of his arm. He looked behind to see the pirate’s craft struggling to keep up, launching mortars from the ship’s bow. “Billy, get below into the cabin with Mark, now!”
    Another long whistling sounded as Dylan rushed back up to the wheelhouse, and the mortar explosion rocked the port side of the boat, this one close enough to shift the vessel right, turning them back around to their captors.
    Dylan reached for the wheel, straightening them out, and then swerved left, trying to give the pirates a harder target to hit. He spun the wheel back and forth in sharp turns, the movements causing the cut on his arm to gush more blood. The throttle was maxed out. Dylan checked behind him, and a mortar exploded directly behind the boat, sending a shockwave through the vessel.
    A few more sporadic gunshots, and Dylan watched the pirates swerve off, giving up their pursuit, the small vessel no longer able to keep pace. Dylan collapsed on the wheel, his own weight crushing him. With the adrenaline subsiding, he suddenly became painfully aware of the burning sensation in his left arm. He ripped off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound, trying to stanch the bleeding. “Billy! How’s Mark?”
    “He’s okay! A little lightheaded, but he’s still breathing!”
    Dylan let out a sigh and checked the water-and-blood-soaked map on the console’s