We all hit the floor and covered our heads as another shot rang out. With my face pressed against the glass bottom of the boat, I had an excellent view of several brightly colored angelfish drifting by beneath us, their gently waving fins showing their complete lack of concern for the predicament of the humans up top. I could feel Bess shaking beside me and hear the sound of Sydney sobbing. Now what? I thought desperately, casting my mind around for something to do. Should we dive into the water and try to swim away? Or— “Hey,” George said. “Is that it?” I lifted my head, realizing that at least ten or fifteen seconds had passed and no additional shots had followed those first two. Was that it? Had the shots been some kind of accident or something? “Oh, no!” Sydney sat up. “Look—they hit both our pontoons!” I gasped, realizing she was right. No, those shots had been no accident. “Come on.” I hoisted myself out over the rapidly shrinking pontoon and kicked off my shoes.
