“Drop your weapon! Hands where we can see them!” The pirate hesitated only a moment before hurling the harpoon gun aside. It clattered across the deck, spinning to a stop at Marcus’s feet. He didn’t move, his pulse still a drum in his chest. The boat rocked as the officers secured the first pirate, his curses spilling uselessly into the air.
Marcus steadied himself against the cabin, still catching his breath, when a sudden splash drew his eyes starboard. The second pirate resurfaced, dragging behind him a bulging net glittering with stunned fish.