With a surge of adrenaline, Marcus shoved hard against his shoulder, sending the man stumbling backward. The harpoon gun clattered to the deck as he toppled over the gunwale with a splash. “Aaron! Start the boat!” Marcus yelled, breath ragged, heart in his throat.
But Aaron’s face went pale. He stammered, pointing helplessly at the ignition. “They cut the line. It won’t start.” Marcus’s stomach dropped. The motor was useless — their only escape severed before they’d even realized it. The boat rocked beneath his feet, the splash of the fallen pirate still echoing across the waves.