Spray kicked up as they gained a bit of speed, enough to start pulling east, away from the approaching boats. In the rear of the plane, the precious cargo rattled in its harness. Jamie glanced back at it. “They don’t know what we’re carrying, right?”
Noah didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The seaplane plowed forward with all the grace of a fridge in a bathtub. The engines sputtered and growled against the strain, barely keeping the nose pointed east as waves slapped hard into the floats.