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Emily’s eyes widened. “But we’re not all assigned to the same life raft. And usually there are more than just four people to a raft, right? What if we jeopardize someone’s safety?”

Spencer shrugged. “Have you seen how many life rafts there are on this ship? There are enough to go around.”

“Actually, it’s true,” Hanna said thoughtfully. “Some of the data-entry I dealt with in the admin office mentioned this ship’s capacity and how many kids were on it now. It might seem like there are a million of us on board, but they usually cram about a hundred more people on this boat for normal cruises.”

Aria swallowed hard. “Spencer, I don’t know how to swim.”

“I do,” Spencer reminded her. “I’m scuba-certified. I’ll bury it. You don’t even have to get off the raft.”

“What about when we’re done?” Aria asked. “We’ll be out in the middle of the ocean. How will we find the others?”

Spencer didn’t look worried. “You heard the announcements—we’re meeting up at the Royal Arms Hotel in Hamilton. We’ll be able to get there.”

Hanna picked at the flaky paint on the wall. “It might be dangerous to take a boat out alone, especially to somewhere so secluded.”

Spencer waved the thought away. “I’ve been to Bermuda six times with my family. I know these waters.”

“I’m in,” Emily decided. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll do it,” Aria agreed finally. Everyone looked at Hanna, and she reluctantly shrugged.

They rejoined the masses of kids heading to the bottom deck, stopping at the scuba storage closet to grab a mask, a tank, and swim fins. The doors to the lifeboats had been thrown open, and the blue-black ocean and a brilliant sunset splayed out before them. Everyone was haphazardly climbing aboard the lifeboats, seemingly not paying much attention to their assignments. Friends sat with friends. Couples huddled together. Kids were still holding drinks from the talent show pre-party. Most were still dressed in their performance outfits, including Aria.

“Come on,” Spencer said, pointing to an empty lifeboat at the end of the corridor. Everyone ran for it, and they climbed aboard while the ship safety staff members were busy loading up the other boats. Emily held onto the boat’s rubber sides and stared at the choppy harbor in front of her. The shore looked miles away. An FBI boat bobbed in the waves to her left, sending a fizz through her stomach. Everyone strapped on life vests, which smelled faintly of mildew. When they’d safely nestled into the seats, Spencer pulled the chain to start the outboard motor.

Then, a hand grabbed Emily’s arm. “Room for one more?”

Emily turned and swallowed a gasp. On the ship’s deck, staring at her, was Naomi. “Um … ,” she squeaked, not moving over.

Naomi’s gaze darted from Emily to Spencer to Aria to Hanna. All of them looked just as shocked. The corners of her mouth turned down in a disgruntled frown. “Can I join you or not?” she asked sharply.

“Sorry, Naomi. There’s no room.” Hanna gripped Spencer’s arm. “Go!”

Spencer hit the gas and pulled away from the deck, nearly yanking Naomi into the water. Emily rubbed the spot on her arm that Naomi had touched. Her skin prickled.

“Hey!” Naomi called after them. “What the hell?”

“Don’t answer her,” Hanna said under her breath.

“Hey!” Naomi called again, watching as Spencer turned the boat away from the shore. “Where are you going? That’s the wrong way!”

Aria whimpered. Hanna looked like she was going to throw up. Emily’s heart thrummed jackrabbit-fast. Spencer’s jaw was set and hard as she steered toward the cove. In a minute, they had pulled so far away that they had a panoramic view of the entire ship. Tiny lifeboats peeled away from the hull. An alarm light blared on the top deck. Black smoke poured from the windows.

And then, Emily’s gaze returned to deck where the staff was organizing the remaining lifeboats. Naomi was still standing there, hands on hips, glaring. Emily watched her rigid figure until she got smaller and smaller, fainter and fainter, until she finally vanished into the growing darkness.

29

S.O.S.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the dive spot that Spencer’s group had been to that afternon. The sun had almost set; the last remaining light danced across the sky in purple streaks. Spencer turned the boat toward a section of coast that was marred by huge rock formations, natural cliffs, and small caves. Jagged coral jutted everywhere. Water lapped against slick, high, algae-covered rocks. The cave they were closest to was deep and black, looking like a scary, angry mouth.

Spencer cut the engine, then strapped on the oxygen tank and flippers, feeling a little uneasy about using the scuba equipment after almost drowning. But she’d checked the gauges three times, and there was no way Naomi could have fiddled with them before they left. “The deepest part is in that cave. I’ll go alone, okay? You guys stay here.”

“Are you crazy?” Emily said. “You can’t swim there alone. I’m going with you. I’ll tread water on the surface while you dive down.”

“So will I,” Hanna said.

Aria’s eyes widened. “Don’t leave me here! I’m coming, too.”

Spencer glanced at her worriedly. “Can you manage?”

Aria pulled a strap of her life vest. “I’ll be fine. We’re all in this together, right?”

“I’ll stay close to you,” Emily volunteered.

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