Divided - Chapter 18 - Beyond Pacifica

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Kyran moved to attack but stopped short as the three men turned their guns on Delphina.

 

“Jose and Juan you met on the pier.  They’re looking to settle the score so I wouldn’t provoke them,” Velasquez said.  Another man moved and untied his fallen shipmates.  One latched onto Delphina and whipped her around to face him.

 

“I need to settle a score too.  It’s not often we have a woman onboard the ship,” he said. 

 

Delphina slammed her forehead against his nose.  He released her howling in pain.  The other two made to secure her but Del kicked them back.

 

“I don’t have time for this, ” the captain said.  “Shoot her!”

 

“No!”  Kyran shouted.  He lunged for Delphina and shielded her with his body and wrapped an arm securely around her.  He thrust out his palm to the guns aimed at his back.  “Stop!” he yelled, watching their eyes.  The men hesitated.  Kyran turned back to Delphina and whispered in her ear.

 

“Del, I promise I won’t let them hurt you.  I’ll protect you.  Please don’t fight them.  They want us alive.  They know what I am.”  Del turned in his arms to face him, her eyes wide in shock.  “Do you trust me?”  She nodded.  Kyran turned to face the captain pulling Delphina behind him and waited.

 

“Good.  Let’s go.”

 

Del grabbed her duffle before they exited the building and walked the short distance back to the docks.  The crew led them down to a larger slip where their fishing vessel sat rocking with the current.  Kyran looked past the boat to the water’s edge just a few feet away.  He saw several dark outlines beneath the surface. 

 

Without warning Kyran released Del and attacked the two men behind them.  In quick succession he threw them several feet back down the dock.  He tossed Jose across the deck of their boat sending him crashing into the far side.  He caught a glimpse of Juan and the captain reaching for their guns.  Kyran turned back to Del and slammed his palms into her chest, sending her flying through the air from the force. 

 

Del flailed through the air clearing the dock.  Her eyes locked with Kyran’s and knew his intent was to get her to the water and to safety.  A sound of a gunshot cracked through the air and she watched in horror as Kyran slumped to the deck just before she splashed into the ocean.

 

Del forced herself to breathe in the salt water and slammed her eyes shut against the initial sting.  Opening her eyes again she dove for the bottom, her mind trying to process the last few events.  A few shots buzzed through the water but she hovered well out of reach now.  The boat’s engine sputtered and caught and soon it  pulled away and headed out to see.  A few dark shadows caught her eye.  Two tiger sharks began to circle.  They seemed confused as they approached.  She almost felt their confusion in her mind.  With purpose, Del swam toward them.

 

“Please don’t eat me, please don’t eat me,” she thought as she closed the distance.

 

“I need your help,” she thought.  Hoping they would understand her.  “Kyran’s on that boat, we need to track them,” she thought.  One shark inclined his head and swam off after the boat.  The other patiently waited for instruction. 

 

“I need you to take me to where the boat is heading.”  Del attached her duffle like a backpack and reached for the shark’s fin.  He seemed to sense her intent and saddled up beside her.  “This is so cool,” she thought.  The shark’s toothy grin widened.  They shot through the water as other creatures rushed to clear their path.

 

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Kyran woke with a throbbing pain in his shoulder and the rumble of a truck engine in his ears.  He bumped around the back of a storage truck, his wound poorly wrapped and his other arm handcuffed to a railing.  He gripped the sides and pulled himself up to see through a small slit into the cab.  Jose and Juan rode in the cab as they bounced along a jungle road with no signs of water in sight.  Kyran slumped back down and tried to plug the hole in his shoulder.  Without salt water, he would not heal quickly.  His skin already felt dry and his tongue felt thick in his mouth. 

 

He needed water and soon.

 

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Divided - Chapter 18 - Beyond Pacifica