Cuba lay ahead off the port bow. They'd taken the shortest route home, with Cuba to the left and the chain of islands that included the Bahamas off to their right. But they had a problem."We have to get him to a hospital," Selena said.They were talking about Lamont. His fever was worse. He was slipping in and out of awareness. The color had drained away from his chocolate skin. His eyes were taking on a yellowish tint."There are hospitals in Miami," Ronnie said."I don't think he'll last that long." Selena pushed away a wisp of hair from her forehead."There's nothing between here and Miami," Nick said."Yes there is."They all turned to look at Elizabeth."Guantánamo isn't far from here. We can be there in a day. They have a hospital on the base.""If we go to Guantánamo, they'll lock us up," Nick said."If we don't go to Guantánamo, Lamont will die," Elizabeth said."It could work to our advantage," Stephanie said. "If we can convince them not to hold us, we might be able to get an airlift back to the mainland.""How do you plan to do that?" Nick asked.
