Boxes shifted in their straps. A toolbox clattered to the floor in the cargo area, nearly catching his ankle. “We’ve got the main door on the right side,” he called out. “And the rear hatch. Both need to be shut and locked tight.”
Noah kept one hand on the throttle as he scanned the growing shadows on the water behind them. The boats were closing in, bouncing high on the waves, like they could leap across the sea if they had to. “Use anything heavy you can find,” he said. “Strap it down. Wedge it. Jam it.”