Amy didn’t want to go anyway, so she and Kenji moved away... Not convinced. But Kenji, as adventurous as always, managed to make her go on their way back to their vessels. How did he do it, nobody knows… He’s just good at making people do crazy things at crazy times. It was his talent, similar to Rakoua’s talent of getting into trouble. In any case, when the Marriane’s water jet based engines turned on, so did the ones of the other two.
Later that night, the Marriane stopped. In an attempt to stop faster, the large ship turned hard to starboard, creating a wave of water that dissipated after five feet. The lights on the ship turned off, making it almost invisible in the pale moonlight.
A few loud crashes, like a glass shattering, could be heard while the ship stabilized. Soon after, a faint blue light was activated inside the yacht.
Kenji was woken up by the autopilot. Apparently, all of its circuits were blown and the alarm sounded. While trying to pass a message to Amy, he saw that nothing was working. He went out onto the deck and saw that the Marriane and Amy’s ship were in no better shape, all dead in the water. Only Rakoua’s vessel showed signs of life, in the form of a faint blue light. Kenji soon saw a small rowboat heading toward him, in it Rakoua with a candle.
“You too?” Rakoua said, annoyed. He then invited Kenji to join him and tie his yacht to the rowboat. They then did the same with Amy’s yacht.
“You really expect us to row those two things to your ship?” Amy yelled.
“Not at all, but maybe if you don’t be quiet. You see, we have company.” Rakoua replied. He then pointed to another rope, this one connecting to the Marriane.
“That was an EMP pulse, and whoever generated it, doesn’t like us. You see, someone is looking for us. If you look at the sonar a few times a day, you’ll see a submarine. Anyway, take one of the ropes and pull. We need to fix one of the ships before they find us…” Rakoua continued, taking a rope and pulling. And before you know it, the yachts are within reach. Rakoua kindly invited the two into the Marriane, if they bring pillows.
Rakoua came to them, as a loud noise broke the perfect silence. It was a helicopter flying over, searching for something… A search light suddenly illuminated the three.
“Daytime already?” Rakoua smiled, as he saw the helicopter leave. He couldn’t deny the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong. A helicopter this far from shore? Still, he didn’t know what could be so wrong that his thoughts couldn’t move from it.
The rest of the night was uneventful, with only a wave breaking the perfect silence every few seconds.
