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The enemy ship passed with only feet to spare. Mary Lou peered through the windows at it and broke into a huge grin. “I don’t believe it.”
A cannonball narrowly missed the yacht, soaking the bow and sending them wobbling like a toy again. “Tane! Take over!”
She took the spiral staircase at a clip and raced onto the upper deck. “Ahoy there, mateys!” she yelled, waving her arms wildly.
In the fog, she could hear Sinjin St. Sinjin’s order. “Cease your bloody fire, mates! Can’t you see there’s a hot bird ahead?”
Miss Ohio had taken her troops to the trees. “Shooters ready? New Mexico?”
“Ready,” Miss New Mexico answered. The arrows were laid out on the tray in her forehead, ready to go.
“Montana?”
Miss Montana held up her bow. “Check.”
“Arkansas?”
In her good hand, Miss Arkansas held a small coconut. “Oh yeah.”
“I guess we’re good to go,” Miss Ohio said. The footsteps were coming closer. “See them, New Mexico?”
“Not yet, Miss Ohi — do you think we could just call one another by our names?”
Miss Ohio nodded. “Sure thing, Caitlin.”
“Thanks, Caitlin,” Miss New Mexico answered. “Caitlin, I see them. They’re coming from your right.”
“Which Caitlin?” Miss Montana asked. “Me or Caitlin Arkansas?”
“Um, Caitlin Montana.”
“Ugh. That just made me sound like a p**n star,” Miss Montana complained.
“Do you have a middle name? Maybe that would make it easier?”
“Yeah. It’s Ashley,” Miss Montana said.
“That’s my middle name, too,” Miss New Mexico said.
“And mine.” Miss Arkansas shrugged apologetically.
“Mine’s Ashlee with two e’s,” Miss Ohio offered.
Miss Montana nodded. “Right. What do you see now, New Mexico?”
“They’re almost here.”
Three black shirts moved through, guns drawn. Miss Ohio used her fingers to count down.
“Now!” she shouted. The arrows zipped down through the growth, clipping fronds whsk-whsk-whsk. One found its mark in a guard’s thigh. His AK-47 went off as he fell to the ground, grabbing at the thin stake of wood.
“Reload!” Miss Ohio shouted, ducking.
A second hail of arrows arched out in a flawless display. It was like the opening number of the Miss Teen Dream Pageant with every girl knowing her steps, every girl in perfect sync with her sisters. Miss Arkansas launched her coconut at a guard’s head and he went down hard.
Miss Ohio dropped to the ground. “Take the guns,” she barked. The other girls scrambled down past the unconscious guard and the other two men who had taken arrows in the legs and butt.
“You bitches!” a guard snarled at Miss Montana.
