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board.”
“That I am. How about permission to come below?”
“Get off my boat,” I growled.
“Is that any way to talk to a guest?” he shot back .
He started down the steps. I thought of the gun sitting in my closet. The case was wrapped in duct tape. I could never get it opened, let alone remove and load the gun before he got to me. He stepped off the last stair and gazed around at the interior of the Plan B.
“My. What a neat boat you have here. Must be nice to be able to just up and set sail whenever you want.”
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“Want? What makes you think I want something? My friend and I were just out messing around and saw this cool boat. We thought you might be in trouble, or need some help. Out here all alone?”
“I don’t need any help. Now, get off my boat.”
“Okay. Just settle down. I’ll leave in a minute, but first, how about a little breakfast? My friend and me, we’re real hungry. We’ve been out all night looking for… for whales, yeah, that’s it, we’re whale watching.”
“You’re not going to see any whales around here this time of year. Where’s this friend you keep talking about?” I asked. Then I saw the feet and legs of his partner through the window. He was up on the deck, making his way to the bow of the boat.
“Really? No whales? Where do I have to go to see whales?”
I scowled at him. My cell phone was sitting in its charger on the galley table. I couldn’t get to it without going past him. Even if I could, I didn’t know who I would call. No one could get here in time to help me. He started walking toward me. As he approached, I made a dive for the galley table and scrambled under it. He grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me back. I struggled and kicked hard enough to hit him in the face with my free foot. He let go of my leg and held his hands to his bleeding nose.
H e cursed has he struggled to his feet.
I sprung out from under the table and lunged toward the hatch door. He caught the fabric of my T-shirt with one hand and pulled me back against him, then removed a gun he had tucked in his waistband and began waving it in my face.
“ You’re gonna pay for this, lady! ” he screamed. “You just broke my nose! ”
I didn’t have time to think of any elaborate plan. If I was going to get out of this, I would have to act quickly. I saw it sitting there on the counter where I had left it the night before. In one swift motion, I grabbed Marty’s fish bowl and swung it hard against his head. He fell to the floor, along with a thousand pieces of broken glass.
“There. Now were even,” I said. “I broke your nose, and you broke my fish bowl.”
His partner heard the commotion. “Hey, Tommy. What’s going on down there? You take care of her, yet?” he called from up on the deck.
I snatched the gun from the unconscious thug’s hand and hurried up the steps to the deck.
Baldy was hanging over the side, losing his breakfast — not paying any attention to me. With trembling hands, I aimed the weapon at him.
“Get your hands in the air and turn around,” I demanded.
Slowly, he straightened up and stared at me. “Whoa. C’mon, lady. Don’t shoot,” he said.
“Face down, on the deck,” I ordered.
The boat rocked. He started to put his hands down to grab the rail. I fired the gun over his head. “I told you, keep your hands in the air. I’m serious.”
“Okay. Okay. Just please, don’t shoot me,” he whimpered.
“Lie down on the deck and I won’t.”
He fell to his knees, then went belly first on the deck. I took the gun he had holstered under his arm and felt to see if he had any others. I was only wearing the T-shirt I had slept in, and my deck shoes. There was no place to safely tuck the weapon on my body. I was afraid to leave it on deck, in case one of them managed to get their hands on it.
“That I am. How about permission to come below?”
“Get off my boat,” I growled.
“Is that any way to talk to a guest?” he shot back .
He started down the steps. I thought of the gun sitting in my closet. The case was wrapped in duct tape. I could never get it opened, let alone remove and load the gun before he got to me. He stepped off the last stair and gazed around at the interior of the Plan B.
“My. What a neat boat you have here. Must be nice to be able to just up and set sail whenever you want.”
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“Want? What makes you think I want something? My friend and I were just out messing around and saw this cool boat. We thought you might be in trouble, or need some help. Out here all alone?”
“I don’t need any help. Now, get off my boat.”
“Okay. Just settle down. I’ll leave in a minute, but first, how about a little breakfast? My friend and me, we’re real hungry. We’ve been out all night looking for… for whales, yeah, that’s it, we’re whale watching.”
“You’re not going to see any whales around here this time of year. Where’s this friend you keep talking about?” I asked. Then I saw the feet and legs of his partner through the window. He was up on the deck, making his way to the bow of the boat.
“Really? No whales? Where do I have to go to see whales?”
I scowled at him. My cell phone was sitting in its charger on the galley table. I couldn’t get to it without going past him. Even if I could, I didn’t know who I would call. No one could get here in time to help me. He started walking toward me. As he approached, I made a dive for the galley table and scrambled under it. He grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me back. I struggled and kicked hard enough to hit him in the face with my free foot. He let go of my leg and held his hands to his bleeding nose.
H e cursed has he struggled to his feet.
I sprung out from under the table and lunged toward the hatch door. He caught the fabric of my T-shirt with one hand and pulled me back against him, then removed a gun he had tucked in his waistband and began waving it in my face.
“ You’re gonna pay for this, lady! ” he screamed. “You just broke my nose! ”
I didn’t have time to think of any elaborate plan. If I was going to get out of this, I would have to act quickly. I saw it sitting there on the counter where I had left it the night before. In one swift motion, I grabbed Marty’s fish bowl and swung it hard against his head. He fell to the floor, along with a thousand pieces of broken glass.
“There. Now were even,” I said. “I broke your nose, and you broke my fish bowl.”
His partner heard the commotion. “Hey, Tommy. What’s going on down there? You take care of her, yet?” he called from up on the deck.
I snatched the gun from the unconscious thug’s hand and hurried up the steps to the deck.
Baldy was hanging over the side, losing his breakfast — not paying any attention to me. With trembling hands, I aimed the weapon at him.
“Get your hands in the air and turn around,” I demanded.
Slowly, he straightened up and stared at me. “Whoa. C’mon, lady. Don’t shoot,” he said.
“Face down, on the deck,” I ordered.
The boat rocked. He started to put his hands down to grab the rail. I fired the gun over his head. “I told you, keep your hands in the air. I’m serious.”
“Okay. Okay. Just please, don’t shoot me,” he whimpered.
“Lie down on the deck and I won’t.”
He fell to his knees, then went belly first on the deck. I took the gun he had holstered under his arm and felt to see if he had any others. I was only wearing the T-shirt I had slept in, and my deck shoes. There was no place to safely tuck the weapon on my body. I was afraid to leave it on deck, in case one of them managed to get their hands on it.
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