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The Citacea closed the distance quickly, which was fortunate. Cicero could see that two of the MS-13 soldiers had left the land and were moving quickly into the water to try to catch Cormack. He steered the boat in between the men and Cormack.
They hit the rocks when they were still ten yards from him. Both sets of Soh’s men were now firing at the boat, and the vessel lurched and groaned as it scraped over the harbor’s bottom.
“You’re gonna sink us!” Olney screamed. It was to no effect. Cicero leaned on the throttle, pushing the boat forward over the rocks.
“He’s here!” Buddy shouted. He reached over the starboard gunwale and grabbed Cormack’s arm. Bullets pelted the port side of the boat, which faced the shoreline. Olney reached over with Buddy and the two of them hauled him on board. “We got him!” Buddy hollered. “Get us out of here!”
The two who had entered the water to try to catch Cormack were almost at the Citacea. They swam around the stern to try to get on board just as Cicero threw the throttle into reverse. The boat lurched and bucked, hung up on the rocks, struggling to free itself.
“You’re gonna rip the hull apart!” Olney screamed.
Cicero floored the engine in reverse and the Citacea gave one great lurch and then bumped backward over the shallows. Soh’s men were floundering behind the boat, and they screamed in unison as the propellers shredded them, leaving them as chum in the water.
The gunfire continued, and Buddy, Diamond, Cormack, and Olney lay flat on the stern deck. Cormack slid his body over toward Diamond. “Are you OK?” he asked her through chattering teeth. “Did they hurt you?”
She shook her head. “Are you OK?” she asked back.
He nodded.
“Are you shot?” Buddy asked him.
“I don’t think so,” Cormack responded. “But I can’t feel much at the moment, so we’ll have to wait and see.”
Cicero had pulled the Citacea free from the harbor floor, and had turned the boat around. He pushed the throttle forward again, and the boat picked up speed as it pulled away from Long Island. There was still gunfire behind them, but fewer and fewer shots came anywhere near the boat.
Olney hurried up the ladder to the flying bridge. “Let me take over,” he said to Cicero. Cicero relented. Olney handed him a flashlight. “Downstairs, in the hallway between the staterooms, there’s a hatch that gives access to the hull. Go take a look,” Olney instructed him. “We need to see whether the hull’s been breached. If so, she could go down quickly, and we’re all fucked.” Cicero gave Olney an angry look, but headed down.