chopper just by virtue of their additional years on the planet. But at least theyâre here, trying to protect us, and that counts for something.
âOkay,â Murphy says, surveying the collection of items at his feet. âIt looks like weâve gotââ
âWhatâs the point?â
This harsh new male voice has the rest of us looking around in surprise, but Murphy takes it in stride. âWhatâs that youâre asking, Axel Hendersen?â
Oh, Axel,
I think.
Wonderful. Here we go
.
Axelâs been sitting on the floor of his raft with his beefy arms resting on his knees and his head in his hands, but now he looks up. His mouth is twisted and his brows form a low shelf over his wild eyes, making him look more than a little unhinged.
âI said, whatâs the point? You think weâre going to survive at sea with a pack of Lifesavers, a few granola bars and some leftover bug spray and sunscreen? Do I look like MacGyver, man?â
âNot at all,â Murphy says evenly. âYou look like a scared young man lashing outââ
At this, Axel unfolds his huge, football-playing body, springs to his feet to tower over Murphy and waves his hand in Murphyâs face.
âAh, shit,â mutters Gray. âThis is just what we need.â
âYeah, Iâm scared.â Axel gestures with his arm again, and I see the flash of metal in his hand. âBut maybe you know something I donât know, Murphy. My cell phoneâs packing a gallon of water right now, but maybe yours is nice-and-cozy dry. Is that it? Maybe youâve got some signal flares or the planeâs communication system in your back pockets. Is that it? And whatâs going on with the sky? I really want to know your thoughts on that one, Murphy! You got a theory going on thatââ
âDude.â Mike puts a hand on Axelâs shoulder. âYou need to take a breath. Youâre not helping.â
âHelping?â
Axel is shouting now, his voice half-choked with sobs. âMy father is dead, man! And weâre as good as, because right now there are sharks out there with all our names on them! Theyâre probably circling around, drawing straws to figure out who gets stuck with the smallest person! So I want to know what Murphyâs got that he thinks weâre going to live through this mess!â
âI donât have anything, Axel Hendersen,â Murphy says quietly, âother than the sense God gave a goat and the desire to live until someone can come get us.â
âAnd how will they know where we are, Murphy?â Axel demands, sweeping his arms wide to indicate the endless water. âWhatâs your answer for that? Itâs not like thereâs a signpost right there that says weâre at the corner of Bermuda Triangle Boulevard and Atlantic Ocean Avenue!â
Murphy, much to my surprise, isnât rattled or annoyed. âIâm hoping the copilot radioed for help, but I donât know. What I do know is that planes have flight data recorders and black boxes and such. I know that coast guards look for downed planes. And I know Iâd rather be found alive than dead. What about you?â
Axel doesnât have an answer for that, or maybe heâs just run out of steam. Collapsing on the floor, he buries his face in his hands and begins to sob. Iâm no fan of his, but the sight of him lost, broken and crying for his father is more than I can take. I turn away and focus on one of the backpacks, grateful to have a task. Beside me, An and Maggie do the same. Someone sniffles. Mike murmurs soothingly to Axel, whose anguish slowly tapers into silence.
Before long, I discover something useful in the backpackâs middle pocketâa water bottle. Yay. I toss it into a growing supply pile to one side of the raft.
Mrs. Torres, meanwhile, seems to be wrapping Macyâs head with something while Espi hovers, watching.
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