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The words chilled Devlin’s core. “We have to send a boat out.”
“In this? It’s too dangerous.”
As if to emphasize the point, another wave hit them broadside and a thousand gallons of water crashed over the rail, flooding the aft deck.
The sturdy tug quickly shed the water, but moments later another wave swamped it more drastically than the first.
As the Java Dawn recovered, Devlin looked toward the Voyager.
She was definitely going down. Either a couple of hatches had blown or the shoddy repair job had caved in.
The captain must have seen it too. “We have to let her go,” he said.
“No, Captain!”
“We have to, Padi. Release the cable. The men have a boat of their own. And we can’t help them if we go down.”
Another wave crashed over the deck.
“For God sakes, Captain, have pity.”
“Cut the cable, Padi! That’s an order!”
Devlin knew the captain was right. He let go of the phone and took a step toward the emergency release lever.
The deck pitched hard as another swell overran the stern and sloshed toward him. It hit like a wave at the beach, knocking him off his feet and dragging him.
As he got up, Devlin saw that the cable was now disappearing into the water. Through the rain and spray, he could see that half the cruise ship was submerged. She was going down fast, plunging to the abyss and about to drag the tug down with her. The back quarter of the tug’s rear deck was already awash.
“Padi!”
The shout came over the dangling phone, but Devlin needed no more urging. He pulled himself up, grabbed the emergency release handle, and wrenched it down with all his might.
A loud crack rang out. The giant cable snapped loose and flung itself across the deck like a speeding python. The tug lurched forward and upward, and Devlin was thrown into the bulkhead, splitting his lip and bruising his eye.
Stunned for a moment, he gathered his wits and turned. The old liner was sliding beneath the waves at a gentle, almost peaceful angle. Seconds later, it was gone. The men they’d left behind were almost certainly dead. But the Java Dawn was free.
Devlin grabbed the phone.
“Take us back a
round,” he demanded. “The men may have gone overboard.”
The deck shifted as the rudder and the directional propellers kicked in. The tug began a sharp, dangerous turn. By the time she’d made it around, Devlin was at the bow.
It was almost dark. The sky held a silver hue above the black sea. The whole scene so devoid of color, it was like living in a black-and-white movie.
Devlin gazed into it. He saw nothing.
As darkness enveloped them, the tug’s spotlights swept the area. No doubt every available eye was straining to find the men just as Devlin was. It was all to no avail.
The Java Dawn would spend the next eighteen hours searching in vain for her lost crewmen.
They would never be found at sea.
TWO
Present day
