She strained her eyes, searching for Dar's figure among all the shadows and willing it to appear. Praying for it. Begging a G.o.d she'd lately wondered about for this one small favor. This one little thing, in the cosmic sense. This one life. "Please."

The bow swung closer and Andrew got ready to jump from one ship to the other, his body coiled in waiting, the gun held in ready position as he prepared to attack.

As the two vessels converged, the bigger one suddenly heeled over, listing toward them as a m.u.f.fled explosion sounded deep within. Just as Andrew was about to leap, the windows in the cabin shattered from the inside and bodies came flying out, hitting the water as the boat listed onto its side and came perilously close to capsizing.

Kerry bolted forward, and without thinking, leaped into the water from the bow, her eyes finding the outline she'd been searching for.

"Son of a..." Andrew scrambled to put the gun away and go after her. "Son of a... Ya d.a.m.n kids!"

"Andy!" Charlie yelled. "What's goin on! That d.a.m.n boat's sinkin'!"

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"d.a.m.ned if I know!" Andy jumped overboard into the water.

Kerry found herself being swamped by the waves. She realized that without any gear, she was at the mercy of the sea, and she struggled, taking half a breath before a wave crashed over her head.

Then she started swimming toward where she'd seen the bodies enter the water, taking gasps of air whenever she could. The water was dark around her, and she could hear men screaming as DeSalliers' boat slowly capsized, low booms still coming from the interior.

She heard a splash behind her, and then the surface of the water lit up as the Dixie's searchlight came on. She coughed up a mouthful of water and kept swimming, searching the surface desperately as no sign of the fallen figures showed itself to her. A shudder ran through the water, and Kerry heard a cracking noise nearby. Part of the boat was breaking off, and furnishings were falling out through the broken window. She ducked as a chair plunged into the water next to her.

It was raining hard, and Kerry could feel her arms and legs growing heavy as they churned the water, moving her forward a little at a time as her eyes roved over the surface. The waves swamped over her and her head went under, making her swallow a mouthful of seawater. She broke the surface again, coughing.

Another wave swelled, but she ducked under it before it could knock her down. When her eyes opened, the dark roil of the sea was punctured briefly by the Dixie's light, and she saw a figure beneath her, hanging limp in the water.

Kerry's heart stopped. Then a hand gripped her ankle and she surged upward in shock, her head breaking the surface as her lungs inflated and a scream emerged.

Dar broke the surface next to her and grabbed hold of her arm.

"Ker!" She held her other hand up to block the light from the boat.

"Let's get outta here!"

Kerry reached out and touched Dar's face, ignoring everything else.

Dar gave a faint smile. "C'mon." She started for the Dixie, fighting through the waves and rain, keeping hold of Kerry with one hand.

Buoyed by Dar's presence, Kerry felt as if the waves now gently cradled her, ushering her toward safety in a world turned right way up and blessed, and full-for her-of G.o.d's grace. Even the thunder sounded like laughter in her ears.

"CAREFUL." ANDREW MANAGED to get a hand on the dive ladder as the Dixie wallowed in the waves. He got a foot on the bottom rung just as the stern of the boat lifted up out of the water,*321 taking him with it and nearly sending him flying off into the engine wash. "Jesus."

Bud was on the other end of the wall, battered face swollen and still bleeding. He leaned over and extended a hand. "Grab on!"

Andy did so without hesitation, being pulled from the water and rolling up onto the deck as Bud hauled backwards, only to come back up onto his knees and immediately head back to the ladder. "Dar!"

"Holy s.h.i.t." Bud had tied a rope off to the deck railing and now he tossed it into the water, where two heads could be seen appearing and disappearing in the waves. "I left the Navy 'cause I didn't want to do this s.h.i.t no more."

Andrew m.u.f.fled a snort of laughter. "Tell me 'bout it." He held on to the side of the boat and anxiously watched his daughters catch hold of the rescue rope. "Spent more tahm with mah a.s.s in alligators after Ah signed them discharge papers than before."

"Bud!" Charlie yelled down from the bridge. "We got waves coming in; we're gonna swamp!" He gave the diesels a little gas, sliding the stern sideways.

"Get them engines in idle!" Andy roared back. "Hold it! They ain't got no tow!"

Dar now had both hands on the rope, and Kerry had both arms around Dar, relying on the taller woman's strength to pull them toward the boat.

"Help me pull 'em in." Bud started hauling in the line.

"C'mere, useless! Get your hands on the rope!" he yelled at Bob, who had, to his credit, been anxiously hovering, unsure of what to do.

"I got it!" Bob took hold of the rope and pulled, almost losing his balance as the waves rolled the boat in a half circle. "s.h.i.t!"

The stern of the boat rose and fell, slamming the dive ladder into the water, nearly hitting Dar in the head. Stopping her forward progress just in time to miss being struck, she released the rope at the last second, then grabbed the ladder.

"Oh, she ain't never gonna be able to... Jesus!" Andy scrambled for the ladder, lunging half off the back deck as the stern came up again, pulling both women with it. He grabbed for Dar's shirt.

"Le-"

"I got it!" Dar yelled back, her biceps curled into stark muscularity as she held both of them up against the pressure. "Get out of the way!" she gasped, scrambling to get a foot on the lower rung as the bow rose and the stern plunged back down into the water.

Kerry just hung on as tightly as she could. She considered releasing her grip to grab the ladder, but the thought of falling backwards into the sea alone just... She couldn't.

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Dar got both feet on the ladder and waited, feeling the rear start to rise again. "Get ready, we're coming in!" she screamed, lunging forward as the ladder lifted under them and pitched them almost right into the back of the boat.

Hands grabbed them and held them as Andy slammed back the hatch and hauled on the line. "Go! Go! Go!" he hollered. "Git, Charlie!"

The engines roared to full power in an instant, and the boat went from a wallowing helplessness into an almost painful arc.

"Hang on!" Charlie bellowed. "Going head in!"

Ahead of the boat, a monster wave rose, higher than the bridge as they plowed into it. Andy and Bud both dove for the deck, covering Dar and Kerry with their bodies and wrapping hands, arms, and legs around anything that might possibly hold.

"Holy Mother," Bud grunted, as the wave crashed over the boat, drenching them in a freight-train carload of cold seawater. He looked up to see the cabin door slamming behind Bob's retreating form. "p.i.s.s head."

The back drains swirled, and then they were out of it, and the Dixie was plunging into the next wave, engines howling.

Kerry could feel the motion, but with Dar wrapped around her and the two ex-sailors covering them, she couldn't see anything.

Maybe that was for the best. She pressed her cheek against Dar's shoulder, breathing air full of salt and tasting it on the back of her tongue. Every inch of her hurt on the outside, but on the inside, all she felt was grat.i.tude and a sense of relief as profound as death would have been. Another wave of seawater drenched her and she held her breath as it swirled around her body and Dar's, before it drained out the back openings.

"Ker?"

Her throat hurt too much to talk, so she gave Dar a kiss on the neck to show she was listening.

"You okay?"

Kerry nodded, knowing Dar could feel the motion.

"Uuuggghhhhh!" Dar exhaled raggedly.

Kerry felt the boat shifting again, and she hugged Dar all the more tightly as cold water blasted over them and they pitched up so high in the front she felt herself being pressed against the rear wall of the deck.

"s.h.i.t!" Bud rasped, loudly enough for them to hear over the storm. "We're goin' over!"

Oh G.o.d. Kerry started to panic, trapped as she was under all of them and thinking of the tons of water about to roll over her as well as the huge yacht.

"No, we ain't!" Andrew hollered back. "Git your hand back down on there and watch your mouth!"*323 "Dar!" Kerry rasped, trying to squirm around and get a better grip on the boat's hardware.

"Shh." Dar got an arm around her just as the ship heeled over to the left and they all almost went flying to the other side of the deck. "Just hang on."

The Dixie's horn sounded, loud and bra.s.sy to counter the howl of the wind, and they felt the engines go to full power, the boat bucking the waves as it headed into the wind. Dar lifted her head and shook the hair from her eyes, squinting into the driving rain as lightning cracked overhead and etched a picture of what was happening deep into her awareness: high seas; the Dixie crawling up the front side of a wave easily fifty feet high; screams; DeSalliers' boat cracking in half as the sea twisted it; darkness.

"Hang on!" Her father grabbed her by the back of the shirt and wrapped the fabric into his fist, tightening it across her chest.

"Jesus!"

Dar locked her legs around one of the deck supports and grabbed a cleat with one hand, wrapping her other arm around Kerry. The Dixie almost went to vertical, and she knew a stark moment of terror as she thought the boat was going to flip and bury them under it. They seemed to hang in the air for an eternity, before the bow turned slightly to one side and the engines gunned, and then they were cresting the wave instead, topping it and plummeting down the other side at a frightening speed.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h," Dar managed to croak.

Kerry spat a mouthful of water out and coughed. "Tell ya what," she gasped right into Dar's ear. "Next time, we go to PetsMart for our vacation."

They rose up on another wave but it wasn't as high, and the Dixie now was making reasonable headway against the seas. Still, water kept surging over the bow and sides, shoving them painfully against the fibergla.s.s.

"Dad!" Dar turned her head. "We're getting pounded!"

The weight lifted up off her and Dar was able to half sit up and look around. The roar of the engines was overtopping the sound of the storm, and she could see the angry white froth behind them as the boat rocked side to side in the wind. She looked over the stern, back the way they'd come, and saw nothing but churning sea, the darkness limiting her view. There was no sign of DeSalliers' boat or any of its occupants. Her conscience poked her. Should they go back and look?

Kerry hauled herself up next to Dar and shoved her hair back off her forehead, her face tense. She licked her lips and grimaced, and then rested her head against one faintly shaking hand. "Wow."

Dar transferred her attention instantly, unapologetically. "You okay?" She shifted around and got behind Kerry, giving her 324*

something to lean against. "Ker?" She felt chilled and knew Kerry must be as well, since she could feel her shivering.

Kerry swallowed, glad enough to lean back against Dar's body.

"I'd be a lying idiot if I said yes," she replied. "Who in the h.e.l.l could be okay after that?" She looked over at Andrew, who was now crouching nearby, both arms spread out across the back railing to keep steady. "Thanks, Dad."

Andrew gave her a half grin, his gaze shifting as Bud rolled over and grabbed the back rail near him. "We ain't done yet."

"No s.h.i.t," Bud rasped, splaying his legs out over the deck. "I'm gonna move back to f.u.c.king Arizona. I G.o.dd.a.m.n swear it."

Andy frowned at him. "Would you watch yer mouth?"

"Dad," Dar interjected. "We both know what f.u.c.king is."

Andrew turned and shot her a look. Bud snorted softly, but managed a lopsided grin anyway.

"Honest," Dar a.s.sured him, as the boat rose up on another wave and crashed down, dousing them all again. She waited for the deck to steady, then turned to Kerry. "Let's get inside."

Amazing idea. Kerry felt motion around her, and hoped she had the strength to actually get up and walk. She reluctantly released Dar and they staggered to their feet, hanging on to the railing as Andy got the door to the cabin open.

"I'm going up with Charlie," Bud yelled, grabbing the ladder.

"Be up in a minute," Andy replied, grabbing Dar as she got across the back deck and steering her inside. "Let's move it!"

"I'm moving." Dar blinked against the light in the cabin, its glare painful. Things were tossed around, but the couch was there, and she fell onto it, Kerry collapsing next to her with their legs in a tangle.

Across the deck, in one of the bucket chairs, Bob was huddled, watching them nervously. His face was definitely green, and there was a plastic bag clutched in one hand. "I...is it over?" he croaked.

Dar glared at him "No."

The boat pitched again. Bob clamped his jaw shut rather than continuing the discussion. After a brief moment, he got up and scrambled for the steps, crashing into the wall on his way to the head.

"Jerk." Dar glanced up as the door opened and her father entered, his figure outlined in lightning from behind.

Andy knelt down next to the couch. "You kids all right?" he asked gently. "All that p.i.s.s a.s.s aside."

"Ugh." Kerry rubbed her eyes, stinging with salt water.

Dar looked at him. "Glad I went into computers, after all," she said with a faint, wry quirk of her lips. "Thanks for coming after us."

Her father put a hand on her knee and patted it. Then he got*325 up, fishing in one of his pouches with his other hand. "Ah'm glad, too, Dar, but you all did a fine job over in that there boat" He removed something and reached down, casually pinning it to Dar's shirt. "You all sit tight. We got some rolling to do 'fore we get through this." He ruffled Dar's hair, then turned and made his way out the door and back into the chaos outside.

The door slammed behind him and latched, and above the storm, Dar could hear the sound of her father climbing up the ladder to the bridge. But inside, it was almost peaceful, and she blinked a little at the water dripping off her legs onto the teak floor and the creaking of the fibergla.s.s hull around them.

She turned to look at Kerry, who was looking back at her with wide, utterly stunned eyes. A piece of seaweed was draped over her nose, and almost hypnotically, Dar reached over and removed it, her hand shaking so badly the bit of weed almost smacked Kerry in the face again. "Boy," she whispered, "what a f.u.c.king night."

Kerry blinked, nodding a little. "But we made it," she rasped.

"For a while there I didn't..." Her eyes filled and she stopped speaking, a blink sending a scattering of tears to mingle with the seawater still dampening her skin. "We made it," she sniffled.

Dar exhaled slowly and let her head drop back against the cushion, exhaustion overtaking her. "We did," she uttered in wonder, seeing again DeSalliers' face as they hit the water. "d.a.m.n right we did." She pulled Kerry closer and hugged her. "d.a.m.n right." As an afterthought, she looked down at her shirt to where a glitter attracted her eye. She stared at the gold in numb bewilderment. Pinned to the sodden fabric was her father's SEAL insignia, winking calmly back at her in the cabin's light.

Why? Dar found herself too tired to think about it. She put her hand over the pin, draped her other arm around Kerry's shoulders, and just went blank for a while, hoping the sea woudn't toss her any more surprises before they got to safety.

Kerry closed her eyes and let her head rest against Dar's shoulder. It was enough for her, right now, to simply live the moment and forget about everything else, even the storm outside.

G.o.d had given her this much; it was enough.

DAR DIDN'T KNOW how long they sat there, feeling the boat surge and twist under them and the storm outside thunder against the hull. She just knew it was long enough for all her joints to stiffen up, and for the sore throat she'd barely felt as she came out of the water to turn into a fire that made even swallowing difficult.

She needed a drink. Dar glanced at Kerry, who was slumped against her with almost closed, bloodshot eyes, and grimaced.

"Ker?"

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