“Keep an eye on that,” Noah said. Outside, the water surged. The first of the boats veered to the left, matching their drift. The other slowed, angling toward the blocked side door. Jamie stared. “They’re trying to board.” Noah’s voice was a whisper now. “Then we hold.”
The sound of the boats was loud now—no longer distant. The waves crashed harder, and voices shouted just beyond the thin walls of the seaplane. The whole plane shook as the water around it boiled with movement.