She wasn’t an islander. She wasn’t!
‘Lizzy…’
Sam’s booming voice across the water made her wince.
Every boat had cut its engine and the silence was intense. Sam had a carrying lawyer’s voice at the best of times and in his hand he now held a megaphone.
With the megaphone, Sam’s voice was enough to make anyone respond. That, or face the consequences…
‘Lizzy!’
To Fern’s amazement she heard Sam’s normally carefully modulated, professional voice crack with emotion.
Sam? Emotional? Not the Sam Fern knew.
There was no doubting the fear in Sam’s voice now.
‘Lizzy, you have to come back,’ he shouted. ‘This is crazy, girl. I can’t let you drown…because of me…’
Then a soft cry sounded out over the water and Fern’s breath went out in a rush.
‘Let me go.’
Lizzy’s sad, defeated voice drifted over the ocean like an echo and Fern’s fingers clenched into her palms. ‘I want to die…’ the voice whispered. ‘You love her…’
So Lizzy was still alive.
Sam’s body stiffened perceptibly. He twisted where he sat in the dinghy so that he was facing where the voice had come from.
‘Hell, Liz…’ Sam’s voice broke into the megaphone but started again at doubled strength, sure now that he was being heard. ‘Hell, Lizzy, you’d make an awful lawyer’s wife!’
This was a crazy, crazy conversation.
‘Go away…’
Then, to her horror, Fern saw Sam stand up in the rubber dinghy. He swayed precariously.
Unlike most of the islanders, Sam had not a sea leg to stand on. Quinn, sitting facing him, saw the danger and hauled him down hard.
It seemed that Quinn at least was keeping his head.
‘Lizzy, please…’ Sam pleaded.
‘I won’t make any wife at all…’ The echo drifted around them. ‘I’m drowning…’
‘No!’
Sam’s voice was rising to a howl of outrage as if something deep inside him had suddenly snapped. The big man shoved against Quinn’s restraining hand and then, before Quinn could stop him, the lawyer launched himself out into the water.
No graceful dive here. Sam made a splash like a very large rock, going down.
‘Sam…’
It was Lizzy’s voice again. She’d seen. There was terror in her voice for the first time. She hadn’t been afraid for herself…but for her love…
‘Shark!’
The word boomed out from behind them and Fern swung round. The lights of the
‘Sam…’ Fern heard herself screaming, her voice adding to the scream of the girl in the water. ‘Lizzy…’
Alf was back at the tiller, his motor spluttering into frantic life and shattering the silence. They couldn’t see Lizzy but they could see Sam. He was twenty yards from the dinghy, swimming with clumsy, heavyhanded strokes.
‘Don’t swim,’ Fern screamed. It was Sam’s thrashing ing that would attract the shark-though it would have been lured first by the fishing boats. The boats often cleaned their kill after their catch and the sharks knew that the boats meant an easy feed.
‘No…Sam…!’ The voice was Lizzy’s again, faint against the roar of Alf’s engine. It was a scream of frantic fear and, thirty yards from Sam, Fern saw Lizzy start to swim desperately toward her love.
‘Take over, Fern. Get in as close as you can…’ Alf hauled Fern in to the tiller. ‘Move, girl.’
Now that Alf could see both people in the water there was no danger of hitting them with the propeller-and if there was a choice of propeller or shark, Fern would choose a propeller any time. At least a propeller travelled in a straight line. A swimmer had a chance to duck. It didn’t swerve in any direction, with its mouth open and teeth razor sharp…
Fern moved without question as Alf clambered to the bow, grabbing something from a niche above the scuppers on the way. This was his domain. As Fern expected a nurse in Casualty to jump to orders, here Fern was subordinate.
There was a motor on the dinghy. Quinn had it started already and the dinghy was starting to move. He’d reach Lizzy and Sam before Alf’s boat could and with the dinghy’s increased
A scream smashed out over the water, and it was a scream of agony.
Sam…
‘Not’ Lizzy’s voice was a rising well of despair. ‘Sam…’
Where the girl found the strength after so long in the water Fern couldn’t tell, but Lizzy swam to Sam like a woman possessed. Lizzy reached him before either fishing boat or dinghy, grabbing the big man and pulling him over to lie in her arms.
The shark had already struck.
Sam lay motionless, hanging heavy with shock against Lizzy’s slight body.
From somewhere below an ugly stain drifted to the surface, red in the spotlight’s beams.
And the dark fin was moving in again.
Alf’s shout from the bow made Fern blink. ‘Hard back on the throttle. Now, girl!’
Fern shoved back hard, and the noise died as the motor stalled…
Then another took its place.
It seemed like the world exploded.
The long thin object Alf had grabbed from above the scuppers was a gun. And Alf had just used it…
The shotgun looked like some crazy, theatrical blunderbuss. It looked useless…a joke…
Fern stared from the gun down to the water. The boat was drifting broadside to the swell, letting Fern see those in the water.
The gun had done what Alf intended.
The shark was blasted beyond belief. The water was deep crimson with gore and Quinn’s dinghy had almost reached the pair in the water.
Alf’s action had bought them only seconds of safety.
They wouldn’t be safe now, even in the dinghy.
With so much blood, every shark worthy of the name would be here in minutes. They’d rip apart what was left of their companion and in a feeding frenzy nothing would survive. A rubber dinghy was little protection against such a frenzy…
Apart from the dinghy, Alf’s boat was the lowest and the nearest. Fern already had the motor started again and in gear, and Alf was leaning over the side with the grappling hook.
‘Port, girl…A bit more…’
She couldn’t see now. From the back of the boat where Fern held the tiller she was steering blind. Only Alf on the bow had any idea.
‘Slow…Slow…Cut the motor!’
Once again she cut the motor.
‘Come up here, girl…Fern, get here…’
Alf had the dinghy secure against the side of his boat with the grappling iron and in the dinghy Quinn had Lizzy under her arms, trying to haul her out of the water.
It was some feat as Lizzy was holding on to Sam for dear life.
The whole dinghy was threatening to capsize. The side of the dinghy where Quinn held Lizzy was dipping
