Back at the cruise ship, Rakao leaped from the dock to the speedboat. It took off after them.
"We have no choice," Monk said, turning the wheel as they weakly limped along. The engine sputtered a bit more speed. "We'll have to make for shore, Hope for the best."
Lisa stared at the beach, then back toward Rakao's boat.
It would still be a close call.
Monk cajoled as much horsepower as he could. The dark forest rose before them. At least it looked dense enough to hide them.
A half minute later, the engine finally died completely.
"Swim for it!" Ryder said.
The beach was not far. Less than fifty yards.
"Abandon ship," Monk agreed. "And haul ass."
Once again, they all leaped into the lake. Lisa kicked off her boots and followed. Rakao's boat roared toward them.
Only after she hit the water did she remember something bumping her earlier, her momentary panic. But right now Rakao scared her more. Having been diving all her life, Lisa had been bumped by her fair share of inquisitive sharks.
Rakao was definitely scarier.
She kicked for shore.
Glancing behind her, she noted strange flashes in the water.
Emerald, ruby, sapphire.
Scintillations, like fire underwater.
They streaked through the water, aiming for their group.
Lisa suddenly knew what had bumped her, what sped toward them, a pack of hunters, communicating with flashes of light, a predatory Morse code.
"Swim!" she screamed.
She paddled faster.
They wouldn't make it.
It FOLLOWS THE scent trail of blood in the water. Lateral fins undulate and glide. Muscles pump water through its mantle and out its rigid rear funnel, jetting its six-foot bulk through the water. It clenches its eight arms into a tight point, a sleek muscular arrow. Its two longest tentacles flash with brilliance at their tips. Streaks of luminescence shiver in stripes along its flanks.
Guiding the pack.
Large globular eyes read the messages of its brethren.
Some sweep wide, others go deep.
The blood scent grows richer.
Lisa kicked and paddled in clean strokes.
Panic would only slow her.
The beach spread ahead, a slivery strand between the black water and dark jungle. It was a finish line she intended to cross.
Rakao's boat growled behind her.
But the Maori pirate was not who she was racing.
Streaks of watery fire jetted toward her.
Drawn by her sliced calf.
Blood.
Four yards ahead, Monk and Ryder slogged out of the water, dragging Susan between them. Lisa kicked harder.
"Monk!"
WITH ONE FINAL muscular squeeze, it sweeps toward the churn of water. It unfurls its arms, billowing them wide. Two longer tentacles shoot out, snaking through the water, blistering with yellow lights, lined by suckers barbed with chitinous hooks.
9:05 P.M.
Monk heard his name called out.
Lisa paddled toward shore, looking frantic.
Only three yards away.
Behind her the pirate boat skimmed at full throttle right toward their group. Rain poured from the open sky, dimpling the lake. Beneath the surface, winking flashes of fire, like tracer rounds in the night, shot toward Lisa.
Monk remembered the stories of this lagoon. Told by a toothless local. Demons of the deep.
He leaped back into the water. The shore fell away steeply. In two steps he was waist-deep. "Lisa!"
She glanced to him, eyes meeting. Then suddenly she jerked to a stop, snagged. Her eyes widened. "Go—" Monk lunged for her, arms out. "Your hand! Too late.
A flurry of tentacles exploded from the water, enveloping her. With neck-breaking speed, Lisa was twisted and slammed below, swamped away. The monster rolled briefly into view, sleek and fringed with small lateral wings, rippling with thin bands of electric flashes. A large black eye stared back, then vanished away.
One sleeved arm broke the surface, already two yards farther out. Then with impossible speed, it ripped through the water, a fish on a zipping line. The limb snapped back into the deep. Lisa. . .
Monk took another step, preparing to dive.
But blasts of gunfire shattered through his shock. Rounds peppered the water, driving him back, out of the water, to the sand. "Here!" Ryder yelled.
More shots coughed up divots of sand. Rifle fire cracked. He had no choice.
Monk stumbled back, into Ryder's grip, into the dark forest. Lisa. . .
Lisa struggled to hold her breath, tangled within constricting arms. Giant hooks bit into flesh, made painless by panic. She kicked and writhed. Eyes open.
Trailing flashes of light shot through the darkness. This was how she would die.
9:06 p.m.
Monk allowed himself to be pulled farther into the jungle. He had no choice. There was nothing he could do.
Through a break in the foliage, he stared back toward the black water.
The pirates' boat had slowed near the beach. Rifles bristled toward shore, searching. But Rakao stood braced in the bow, a dark silhouette with long spear in hand.
With a heave, the Maori hunter drove the length of steel into the lake.
Arcs of blue lightning sizzled outward from where it struck, brilliant in the darkness, lighting up the night and the depths of the lagoon. Waters hissed with a bubble of steam around the spear's shaft.
What was he doing?
Ik
Barely conscious, Lisa gasped the last of her trapped air. A painful shock clenched through her. The squid's embrace locked harder, experiencing the same agony, possibly even more sensitive.
Then its arms released her with a final savage twist.
Seawater burned into her nose.
Her eyes open, she saw the creature streak down into the dark depths, an arrow of emerald fire. Others followed.
Buoyancy floated her up.
Then hands grabbed her, pulled by her hair.
They were too slow.
Lisa choked in water, mouth opening and closing like a fish, as darkness swallowed her away.
9:07 P.M.
From the shelter of a boulder and heavy jungle, Monk watched as Lisa was hauled from the water by her hair. Limp and boneless. Her head lolled back at an impossible angle. Rakao tossed aside his spear.
"Some sort of cattle prod," Ryder said. "Shocked the ink right out of the wankers."
Rakao bent Lisa over the rail and pushed on her back. A wash of seawater splashed from nose and mouth.
One arm lifted and swatted at him.
Alive.
The pirate hauled her around and dumped her to the floor. He stared toward the jungle, then higher up the cliffs. Lightning crackled in a shattering display across the roof of the island. Winds gusted up with a whip of rain, sheeting over the lagoon.
Rakao lifted an arm and made a circling motion.
The speedboat swung around with a surge of wake, then sped back out, trailing a rooster tail of water. They were returning to the ship.