Jamie sat beside Noah, both of them soaked and shaking. Their wrists were still tied. “We lost the plane,” Jamie whispered. “They’re taking everything,” Noah muttered. Jamie looked out at the water, watching the pirates work together to lift a large crate out of the plane.
“What do you think they’ll do to us?” Noah didn’t answer. Then, above the wind and waves—they heard it. A distant horn. Then another. They turned. Out on the horizon, cutting clean through the sea, was a white cutter with a blue stripe. The Coast Guard. Full speed. Bearing down fast.