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“Now or never, Joe”

“I have an idea,” Joe said He cli the anchor

“A friend of an whirling the twenty-pound anchor on its cord like a one-sided bolo

Kurt guessed at his intentions and firewalled the throttle one last tiunfire returned, but Kurt swung the boat to the pilot’s side and ran it up under the seaplane

Joe spun and released the anchor like an Olympic hammer thrower just as the plane came off the water It fleard and wrapped around the pontoon struts and pulled taut

The plane’s nose ca the front end of the speedboat out of the water The weight and drag were toodropped, hit the water, and the seaplane tu pieces in all directions

The speedboat was yanked sideways, the anchor cleat ripped free, but KurtHe turned to port, backed off the throttle and wheeled around to see the carnage behind them

The seaplane had cos bent and folded and part of the tail ripped off It was being swa down

“Yes!” Joe shouted, firing a fist pump into the air

“We have to get you in the rodeo,” Kurt said, bringing the boat back around toward the shattered airplane

He pulled up beside it The plane was sinking fast, the two occupants trying desperately to get free Matson got out first and was soon clinging to the speedboat Otero made it over next

They began to climb in, but each time they did Kurt bumped the throttles

“Please,” Otero shouted, “I can’t sell”

“Maybe you shouldn’t live on a floating island then,” Kurt said, goosing the throttle until they dropped off the side and then chopping it again They dog-paddled back to the boat, grabbing at the handrail

Kurt scraped theain