the sea’s motion; we skidded on boards slick with blood. Fortunately, the crew was too busy returning fire to notice us. I hurried them through a door in the cabin, into a dim space that contained barrels, ropes, and other equipment. The battle sounds were muted, and I heard voices from an adjacent room whose door stood ajar. Inside it, Kuan and Hitchman were engaged in an argument. I turned to flee with the children, but I saw Nick outside on the deck, crouching below the barrage of gunfire. What a pity that Vicky’s blows hadn’t killed him! His head was bruised and bloody, his eyes searching for us. Trapped between him and Kuan, we hid ourselves behind the barrels.
Hitchman said, “You must face the truth, Kuan. It’s over.”
“It is not over until I decide it is,” came Kuan’s cold, firm reply.
“Half our crew is dead,” Hitchman said. I heard panic and urgency in his voice. “The rest of them can’t hold off the navy forever.”
“Justice is on our side,” Kuan said with a calmness that seemed eerie under the circumstances. “We will prevail.”
Hitchman uttered a humorless laugh. “No doubt our adversaries think the same of themselves. And they are far better equipped than we are.”
“As long as I am alive, I shall not give up.” Kuan’s face blazed with ferocious determination.
He still clung to his hope of forcing Britain out of China and halting the opium trade. But Hitchman said, “Your plans are done for. I say we hand over the children and surrender.”
“Are you mad?” Kuan stared at Hitchman in disbelief. “If we let them capture us, we’ll be executed.”
“If we let them capture us, at least we won’t die tonight,” Hitchman said. I knew then that he had never been truly committed to carrying out Kuan’s scheme, and his personal devotion to Kuan was waning fast.
“We’ll live only for as long as it takes us to be sent to the gallows,” Kuan said.
“I was lucky enough to escape death once before when things looked hopeless,” Hitchman said. “I’m willing to bet I’ll be lucky again.”
The gunfire continued, but there seemed to be more shots coming in our direction than going towards the navy. “You were lucky only because I saved you in China,” Kuan said, harsh and unyielding. “We must stand together.”
“Sorry, old friend,” Hitchman said, “but this is where we part ways. I’m going to hand over the children and the Bronte woman and bargain for leniency.”
As he turned to walk out the door, the children and I shrank behind the barrels. I didn’t trust him to do right by us, and if Kuan should find us, he would never let us go.
Kuan blocked Hitchman’s exit. “I forbid you!” Outraged that Hitchman would defy him, he shouted, “You owe me your life. You will not betray me now!”
“I’ve more than repaid my debt to you,” Hitchman said. “Move out of my way.”
Just then Nick hurried in to them. He said in urgent, stilted, guttural speech: “Woman and children- gone!”
Kuan and Hitchman turned to him in consternation. I seized the children by their hands and fled with them. On our way out of the cabin, I bumped some object, which toppled with a loud clang. I heard Hitchman say, “There they are!”
We ran down the deck. They pounded after us as we swerved around dead bodies, past troops loading cannons.
“Stop them!” Kuan shouted.
Chinese crewmen joined the pursuit. Vicky moaned in fright while Bertie whooped as if this chase were a game of tag. The ship rocked; we zigzagged back and forth amidst flying bullets. Reaching the stern, we veered around the cabin. Hitchman and Nick came racing at us from the opposite direction, while Kuan and his crewmen caught up with us. Trapped and out of breath, we backed towards the railing. The battle and noise faded to the periphery of my awareness as I faced Kuan.
“You are even more clever than I thought, Miss Bronte.” Kuan’s smile expressed both admiration and annoyance. “What a pity that you and I are on opposite sides. Together we might have accomplished great things.”
Flames from the burning navy ship rose behind him; his eyes shone with their own, mad light. “But you won’t get off this vessel. You might as well give up.” He beckoned to me.
I felt the strange lassitude, the weakening of my will, that he always induced. How tempted I was to surrender! How much easier that would be! “No,” I said, shaking my head in an effort to throw off Kuan’s spell. “Let us go!”
“Negotiate with the navy,” Hitchman urged Kuan. “Offer to hand over the hostages in exchange for our lives.”
Kuan gestured to Nick, who pulled Hitchman away and held on to him. As Kuan stepped closer to me, I fumbled the pistol I’d stolen from the Chinaman out of my pocket. I held it in both hands, aimed at him.
“Stop,” I said in a voice that trembled with panic. “Get away from us.”
Kuan froze, startled for a moment before he recovered his poise. “Don’t be ridiculous. Give me the gun, Miss Bronte.”
He held out his hand. His eyes compelled my obedience; they drew me into their fiery depths. “Don’t come any closer,” I quavered as the heavy pistol wobbled in my grip.
“You will not shoot me.” Confidence and scorn broadened Kuan’s smile. “You cannot.”
I feared he was right, for I had never killed and my very soul reviled the thought of taking a human life, even his. The lassitude encroached as my determination crumbled. Kuan now stood close enough to touch me, his face inches from the gun, his eyes intent on mine. The gun’s weight exerted a vast downward pull on my muscles, my spirit.
“Let us go,” I stammered, “or-or-”
“Or we’ll jump off the ship!” Bertie climbed up on the railing. “Come on, Vicky!”
Frightened out of her wits, she followed suit. She and Bertie sat perched atop the railing, their backs towards the roiling ocean. Horrified, I said, “Get down this instant!”
There was an abrupt pause in the shooting from the navy: The troops had spied the children and ceased fire. I saw alarm on Kuan’s face as he realized that Bertie was reckless enough to jump overboard with Vicky.
“If you jump, you’ll drown,” he told Bertie in a voice sharp with his fear of losing his hostages. “Now get off the railing.”
“All right, I will!” Bertie flung his arms around Vicky and toppled overboard. They disappeared from view. I heard a high-pitched scream from Vicky, then a splash.
“No!”
Kuan’s cry of rage echoed to the horizons. Leaning over the rail, he peered at the water, as did I. Below us, the children thrashed in the waves. We turned on each other in mutual fury. I thrust the gun at his face. An instant passed during which he stared down the barrel and I felt my anger towards him break his hold on me. I pulled the trigger.
Instead of a deafening boom, there came a harmless click. But even as Kuan laughed in derision, I dropped the gun, clambered up on the rail, and threw myself overboard. I heard him curse, felt him grab my skirt. It tore. I plummeted, screaming and waving my arms in a vain, instinctive attempt to fly. The ocean heaved up to claim me. I hit the water with a smack that knocked me breathless. Far into the freezing black depths I plunged.
My experience at swimming consisted of one occasion, on a trip to the shore with Ellen. We’d hired a bathing machine-a horse-drawn carriage in which we donned our bathing dresses and rode into the sea. We’d paddled about in the shallows, careful not to wet our hair. Now a cry of terror burbled from me. I flailed in blind panic until I surged to the surface. My head broke through to blessed air. I gulped a breath, but waves washed over me; I swallowed briny sea, choked, and spat. More waves tossed me. I treaded water, hampered by the clothing that billowed around me. Somehow my spectacles had stayed on my face, and I peered, through lenses streaming with water, in desperate search for the children.
At first I saw nothing but empty ocean, and my heart almost died. Then I spotted two heads, bobbing close together nearby. I paddled towards them. Vicky and Bertie gasped and sobbed, tiny flotsam on the swells.
“Hold onto me,” I said.
They obeyed, and I began to swim, albeit incompetently, towards the navy ship. But their weight held me back, as did the crashing waves. The ship seemed as far away as the moon. I glanced back at Kuan’s vessel and
