And finally, when the fifth man sliced her open from stem to stern, only a faint, fragile hiss. It was that sound that urged me to gather the last of my strength. I didn’t waste it fighting off any of the men who were certainly older and stronger than me. I used it to scream. Louder than Kate had. More fiercely than I had ever done anything in my life, I gathered air into my lungs, tensed my belly, and bellowed for help.
