'Bad news for them,' Jeff said.

Jude could see a third frogman stalking the deck from one trussed-up prisoner to another, checking their bonds and collecting all their weapons, unloaded and made safe, into a heap that looked like a terrorist a.r.s.enal. He blinked as he recognised the face behind the goggles. 'I know him. That's Tuesday.'

'On-the-job training, the Le Val way,' Jeff joked.

'The plane,' Jude said, still incredulous. 'That was you? How did-?'

'We can talk later,' Ben said. 'We have a lot to do.'

Jude ran and found the rest of the crew gathered in a small crowd inside the main entrance pa.s.sage to A Deck, where they were sheltering from the weather. Gerber, Hercules and everyone else except Scagnetti inevitably had a thousand questions about what the h.e.l.l had just happened and who these three guys were that Jude had apparently summoned to their aid, just like that but Jude had little time to explain. n.o.body had yet mentioned the diamond. Jude sensed that would come later, too.

More pressing matters were at hand for the moment. Ben, Jeff and Tuesday joined them for a lightning conference, during which it was decided that getting the engines put back together and running again was a matter of urgent priority. The pummelling rain was falling even harder and the waves had grown up into towering mountains crested with white foam that rolled relentlessly towards them and shook the Andromeda with every crashing impact.

'We don't get powered up fast,' Cherry warned, 'we're gonna drift side-on to one of these big sumb.i.t.c.hes and we'll broach and flip right over.' He and Peters had been Diesel's a.s.sistants in the engine room and they knew every twitch of every switch down there. It was quickly voted that Scagnetti should go with them, being a dab hand with a spanner. Jude was pleased to get Scagnetti out of the way. In the meantime, Trent and Lorenz, who both had experience, were to run up to the bridge, a.s.sess the amount of damage up there and take over the helm once the power was back on.

Other duties weren't going to be so pleasant. Jude and Gerber picked Hercules and Condor to help clear the bodies of their fellow crewmates that the pirates hadn't already slung overboard. That left Allen and Lang, who were a.s.signed to help their rescuers take care of the prisoners. Ben issued them each a rifle from the captured store of arms, just in case of trouble.

The crewmen all hurried to their separate stations. As he and the other three in his group set about gathering their dead, Jude began to wish he hadn't volunteered for the grisly detail. It was sickening, but he felt partially responsible for what had happened to Diesel and the guilt spurred him to get on with it in grim silence. They carried the chief to the ship's tiny medical clinic, which housed an even smaller refrigerated morgue compartment. The body of poor Park was next. As they heaved the Korean up from below, they talked about what to do with the dead pirates still sliding around the deck.

'We can't just leave them there,' Jude said.

'Well,' Gerber told him, 'unless you want to wrap each one up in a Somali flag, say a prayer for his immortal soul and consign him to the depths with a full honours and a three-volley salute, I'd say we oughta dump their filthy carca.s.ses over the side like they were going to do to us. Same goes for that sorry sonofab.i.t.c.h Carter, or Pender, or whoever he was.'

Jude was dead set against the idea. 'We're not animals. As for Pender, his body should be handed over to the police along with the rest of them. He's evidence of a crime.'

'Not the only evidence,' Gerber said, with a knowing tone.

Jude knew what Gerber was going to say next.

'That thing in your pocket, were you thinking of handing that in to the cops too?'

'Yeah, that ain't no gla.s.s paperweight, man,' Hercules said.

Jude stopped and let go of Park's body as he shone his torch at them each in turn, appalled by the insinuation. 'Why, you think I was planning on keeping it for myself?'

'Certainly kept quiet about it all night long. Just my observation, son. I'm not accusing you of anything.'

'I was going to tell you,' Jude protested. 'Down in the engine room, before they stormed us. Here, you want it? Take it. I wish I hadn't laid eyes on the d.a.m.n thing.'

'Not me,' Hercules said, as if Jude was offering them a lump of plutonium. 'That's a whole lotta trouble I don't need.'

Gerber showed his palms. 'Nor me, son. I've had enough excitement to last me the rest of my life, and now I just want to get home in one piece. All I'm saying is, and I'm no expert, if that there rock is what I think it is, I'd be d.a.m.ned careful if I were you. We weren't the only ones in this crew who saw it, if you get my meaning. Better watch your six, before someone puts a knife in your back.'

After the crew had hurried off to attend to their duties Ben took a quiet moment to himself on deck, feeling that familiar old sense of post-battle melancholia as the adrenalin slowly oozed out of his system. The blood-red dawn had darkened like evening as unbroken black clouds scudded menacingly overhead, blotting out the light. Ben had seen tropical storms like it before. At this time of year in these waters, they could sweep in out of nowhere with shocking suddenness and not burn themselves out for days on end.

He stood at the rail, lashed by salt spray and craving a Gauloise, which wouldn't have stayed lit for long in this gale. Far below him, the wreckage of the pirate trawler was dispersing on the waves. Its shattered hull had long since sunk to the bottom or what was left of it after the high-explosive limpet mine, supplied by their man in Stuttgart, had done its destructive work. The two ex-military Rotinor Diver Propulsion Vehicles that had propelled them swiftly and silently underwater for the last mile of the journey would soon be joining the wreckage on the sea bed, if they hadn't already. Ben felt a pang about consigning twenty grand's worth of equipment to Davy Jones's locker, but it was a momentary regret lost in a sense of relief so overpowering that he almost wanted to cry.

It had been a close run thing. The delay at Obbia airport had filled him with dread that the seaplane might not materialise either; that Chimp Chalmers had diddled them; that they wouldn't make it. But Ben's fears had been allayed when they found the aircraft floating just offsh.o.r.e at Hobyo port, ready to take off at a moment's notice. Geedi's Toyota had served its purpose as an improvised amphibious transport to deliver their cargo to the plane, before being abandoned half-submerged in the surf. Geedi would mourn the loss of his vehicle, but to h.e.l.l with the drunken b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

From there, everything had gone smoothly except for the unexpected turn in the weather. They'd located the ship just a couple of nautical miles from the coordinates in Jude's email. The tricky bail-out at low alt.i.tude into heavy seas had gone without a hitch. Tuesday might have balked at his first-ever underwater a.s.sault, clinging wild-eyed to a two-man diver propulsion vehicle as it sped thirty metres beneath the waves to zero in on their target, but he'd taken it in his stride and Ben was pleased with him.

And now it was over. They'd pulled it off.

Most importantly of all, Jude was safe. Until this moment, Ben hadn't allowed himself to fully consider the alternative. The mind can work in strange ways. Now that he knew it wouldn't happen, the worst images bubbled up in his imagination as if the brain needed to release the pressure of keeping them stored up. It hit him like a brick. His throat tightened up, his stomach was knotted and his hands shook. He gripped the rail and closed his eyes for a few moments, suddenly so washed out with feeling that he could have lain down and curled up right there on the rainswept deck. Sensing Jeff's presence behind him, he kept his back turned so that his friend wouldn't see his emotion.

'You all right?' Jeff said, joining him at the rail. He had to yell to be heard over the wind.

Ben nodded wordlessly.

Jeff clapped him on the shoulder. 'Got the shakes? f.u.c.king bet I've got them too, mate. We haven't had a run like that in a while.'

'Not since the last time. Thanks, Jeff. I couldn't have done it without you.'

Jeff laughed it off. He looked up. 'Christ, I've never seen the morning sky so black. Blacker than the inside of the devil's a.r.s.ehole.'

'You're a natural born poet, Dekker.'

'So everyone tells me. Any sign of Mussa?'

Ben had tried to raise the pilot several times, but he was out of handheld radio range. He scanned the sky once again, and would have been very surprised if there'd been any sign of the aircraft circling overhead somewhere in those clouds. The plan had been for Mussa to double back and land alongside the ship once the pirate threat was neutralised. Then, after spending the minimum amount of time making sure the ship was secure, they were going to leave it to its own devices, load Jude on the plane and return to Obbia to call Adrien Leroy and wait for the Gulfstream to carry them back home.

All of which had been a.s.suming a successful outcome to the mission. And none of which had reckoned on the dramatic downturn in the weather conditions. The sea had been slick and bright with starlight when they'd left Hobyo port.

'Not a chance. Headed back to land, if he's got any sense. This c.r.a.p isn't going to lift in a hurry.'

'Then it looks like we're stuck on board this tub until it does.'

Ben nodded. 'Yup. Let's get to work.'

Chapter 27.

Ben's first and main priority was to stow the prisoners securely under lock and key. Of the sixteen African pirates who had been aboard the ship at the time of the rescue a.s.sault, nine were still alive including their leader, Khosa. Those who had stayed on board the smaller vessel could be presumed drowned or blown to bits. Ben, Jeff and Tuesday hurriedly stripped off their dive apparatus and wetsuits. Once they had changed into combat trousers and T-shirts and swapped the c.u.mbersome flippers for the lightweight a.s.sault boots they'd packed in the watertight kit bags along with the rest of the gear, Tuesday took charge of guarding the prisoners while Ben and Jeff hunted about below by torchlight for a suitable temporary cell s.p.a.ce. They soon found a storage compartment in the aft cargo hold that would serve as a makeshift brig.

Three at a time, the prisoners had their ankle bonds slashed and were frogmarched below at gunpoint and bundled into the pitch-black hole that would be their home for the foreseeable future. Allen and Lang were stationed on sentry duty outside the door.

'I don't like it much,' Jeff said. 'That room isn't half secure enough to hold them. Especially Scarface. I look at that guy, I see trouble.'

They were making their way back up through the pitch-darkness below decks when the electrical power flickered on and the winding pa.s.sages, hatchways and stairways that honeycombed the vast bowels of the ship were lit up in a stark neon glow. Seconds later, they felt the thrum of the restarted engines and the vibration of the ship's ma.s.sive twin screws resonate under their feet. Cherry's guys had done their work and the Andromeda was back in business.

Ben's next priority was to check on the bridge. Now that the power was restored, he needed to make sure that the two crewmen up there, Trent and Lorenz, didn't do anything stupid like radio the coastguard and inform them of the attack. If the storm should suddenly abate, the last thing he needed was for a squad of trigger-happy Somali police to show up in a fast cruiser and spark an international incident when they discovered an unofficial hostage rescue team on board, with enough small arms to start a war.

Ben needn't have worried. When he stepped onto the rocking, swaying bridge he found Trent and Lorenz bent anxiously over the bullet-holed remains of the long-range radio receiver. 'It's fubar,' was Trent's technical a.s.sessment. Lorenz looked at Ben. 'Mister, I hope you know how to fix this or we're cut off from the whole freakin' universe.'

Ben examined it. One time, in his early days with 22 SAS, he had been on patrol in the Middle East when his unit's radio operator lost the top half of his body to a high-explosive 30-mm cannon sh.e.l.l. Even though much of the radio set had been pulverised along with him, Ben had managed to twist enough loose wires together to get it operational again. But that had been years ago, when they were still making technology he could understand. This thing was all circuit boards and computer chips, reduced to tiny shards of silicon that lay like dust in the metal casing. He could tell from the holes that two large-calibre handgun bullets had smashed through the electronics, ploughing through just about everything they needed to hit in order to ruin the radio beyond salvation.

'You're right,' he told Trent. 'It is fubar.' The whole freakin' universe would have to do without them for now.

Ben found Jeff and Tuesday below on A Deck. Smelling the scent of freshly brewed coffee, they followed their noses to the mess canteen where Jude and two of his crewmates sat huddled at a table knocking back as much hot coffee as they could swallow. Jude looked ashen and shaken up. The mood was that strained mixture of elation and sombreness that comes when danger has pa.s.sed and n.o.body quite knows whether to celebrate the fact of their own survival or mourn the loss of those who didn't make it. It was an atmosphere Ben had shared in many times before.

They pulled up three more chairs and sat together. The floor of the mess canteen was rocking from side to side so much from the weather that the sailors had to hold their mugs to stop them sliding off the table. Ben put his hand on Jude's arm and gave him a look that said, 'You okay?'

Jude quietly nodded, but he didn't look okay. His face fell even more when Ben broke the news to them about the damaged radio. First the attack, then the storm, and now this.

Jude broke the dejected silence with introductions. 'This is Lou Gerber,' he said, nodding at the older man at the table. 'And this is Condor.'

Jeff smiled. 'Condor?'

'That's right, man, just Condor.' Condor's face was the colour of a long-dead fish and he kept clutching at his stomach as though he was about to throw up.

'Call yourself a mariner,' Gerber snorted. 'Seasick, at your age?'

Jude went on with the intros. 'This is Tuesday Fletcher-'

'Welcome to the silly names club,' Tuesday said.

'-and this is Jeff Dekker-'

'Uncle Jeff,' Gerber said with a thin smile.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. 'That's a new one on me. I've never been an uncle before.'

Jude motioned towards Ben. 'And this is ... this is ...' As if he couldn't bring himself to say the words 'my father'.

Ben respected that. He had never deserved the t.i.tle, anyway. 'Ben,' he finished for Jude. 'Jude and I go back a long way.'

The happiest person in the mess canteen was the large black man introduced to Ben and the others as Hercules. He couldn't stop chuckling and grinning as he navigated across to the table and served more mugs of steaming coffee for the honoured guests. A grey parrot with a red tail and suspicious eyes was perched on his shoulder, regarding them all with great disdain.

'I see you got reunited with Murphy,' Jude said, forcing a smile.

Hercules tenderly held up a finger for the parrot to gnaw at. 'Yeah, he was the only one of us who had the sense not to let himself get caught by those motherf.u.c.kers.'

'Who's a pretty boy, then?' Jeff said to the bird.

'Up yours, b.u.t.tcrack,' the bird shot back, giving him a look that would terrify a hawk.

'He's a charmer, isn't he?' Jeff said.

'He don't like to be patronised,' Hercules said.

'Sorry I spoke.'

Ben smiled and took a sip of the coffee. It tasted like something that had been ladled up from the recesses of the ship's hold and mixed with engine oil, but it was strong and hot and that was good enough.

'Speaking of those motherf.u.c.kers,' Gerber said when Hercules had gone weaving off over the listing floor, 'I'm not going to ask you fellas how you did it, where you came from or who you are. But I am going to thank you, on behalf of all of us, for saving our bacon, which you well and truly did.'

'Yeah, man,' Condor mumbled. 'We were dead meat.' The thought of actual dead meat almost made him vomit, and he went back to groaning and clutching his stomach.

Jude looked solemnly at the three of them. 'I don't know what to say.'

'Then say nothing,' Ben said.

'We do this kind of thing all the time, dear boy,' Jeff said.

'That's right,' Tuesday laughed. 'Piece of cake. Especially the hanging-on-like-grim-death-to-a-manned-torpedo-with-eighty-pounds-of-RDX-high-explosive-strapped-six-inches-from-my-b.o.l.l.o.c.ks part. I'd do it again tomorrow.'

'Let's hope we won't need to,' Ben said. 'And let me just say this, that the person everyone should be thanking is Jude. He's the one who sent the message.'

'Jude already knows how grateful we are,' Gerber said. 'But hey, does no one else know about this?'

'Not that we're aware of,' Jeff replied. 'And we'd prefer to keep it that way until we're off this ship, so as to avoid any unwanted, uh, entanglements, know what I mean?' Turning to Jude, he said, 'Seriously, mate, I feel like s.h.i.t that I got you into it. If I'd thought there was the slightest risk of you getting hit by pirates-'

'It wasn't pirates,' Jude cut in. 'This was no ordinary attack.'

Ben looked at him. 'What are you saying, Jude? How do you know that?'

The rest of them sat in silence and sipped coffee as Jude laid it all out, starting with his visit to the bridge, the radar alert and the appearance of the three pa.s.sengers who had turned out to be hijackers and murdered the captain and ship's mates right in front of his eyes.

'Pender, he was the one in charge, except he was calling himself Carter. I think he bribed Captain O'Keefe to let them on board in secret. O'Keefe said something about a deal. I think he knew what was about to happen. I think he was paid to let it happen. That's why he seemed to turn a blind eye when the radar showed up the boats heading towards us. But he didn't realise they were going to kill anyone, least of all him.'

'f.u.c.kers,' Condor breathed. Gerber looked sombre. They were hearing this story for the first time, too.

'You're saying this Pender hired Khosa and his men to attack the ship?' Ben asked.

Jude nodded. 'That's what it looks like to me. Then after he killed the captain, he killed his own accomplices. But then when Khosa saw it, he double-crossed Pender and tried to take it for himself.'

'Slow down,' Ben said. 'You're not making any sense. Saw what? Tried to take what?'

'This,' Jude said. 'This is what this whole thing is all about.'

He took out the diamond.

Chapter 28.