They stayed submerged as much as possible. When they did go to the surface, it was just a brief sea turtle head bob for air. At one point, Tristan paused to look back. Two speedboats were slowly motoring in a widening search pattern off Scar Island. One boat seemed to be headed in their direction. Sam came up beside him. “C’mon let’s keep going.” Tristan nodded, and the two of them rejoined their sea creature escorts. He waited until they were on the other side of Eustatia to again turn back. So far, neither of the speedboats had followed them around the island. The Bitter End Yacht Club wasn’t too far away, but they had a new problem. Another boat was motoring slowly past Saba Rock toward them. Tristan could see the outlines of two people inside the small boat’s covered cabin. “Do you think it’s more of Marsh’s ape goons?” Sam whispered nervously. “Different kind of boat, but could be. Let’s swim around it just in case.” Right before diving down to go under and around the boat, Sam stopped.
