Aware of the distant sound of a voice, he opened his eyes. A face swam into view then faded. "Mr. Edenshaw." The voice sounded thin and far away. "Mr. Edenshaw." The voice came again. Will's eyelids fluttered, and when he opened them again, his wandering gaze drifted over a face hovering fuzzily in front of him. "Mr. Edenshaw," the voice was closer now, more urgent. "You've gotta wake up." Will blinked, and Mike's face came into focus. "The man took Mom and Captain Nate," Mike said, his voice cracking with fright. Will sat up, and for a moment he felt a slipping, sort of headlong plunging as though the boat were tipping. Pressing his hand to the sticky lump on the side of his head, he lay back until the lightness passed. "How long since he took them?" he asked. "I don't know," Mike replied. "Maybe a half hour." Will realized his feet were bound, and from the rope burns on his wrists, he knew his hands had also been bound, though they were now free. "Get a knife," he said, knowing they had to move fast.
