“Always was a sucker for a girl who can take care of herself,” he said. “Let me guess, you two want this boat.”

“Yes,” Kristof said. “And either you let us or—”

“Take it.”

When Kris hesitated, the man shrugged.

“What the fuck do I care? It’s not mine. If you take the boat, I can take my leave of this dump, and believe me, I don’t mind having the excuse. Don’t mind seeing Pierre and his bunch lose this barge, either. Serves them right. Fucking pirates. Not nearly as much fun as you’d think.”

“So you’ll just leave…?” I said.

“Sure. But I will ask for one favor, though. Give me twenty minutes before you cut ’er loose. Once you set sail, someone in town will see, and I want a good head start before Pierre and his buccaneers come after me.”

Kris looked at me. I shrugged. We set the guard loose. True to his word, he loped off down the shore and disappeared into a patch of jungle. While Kris checked out the boat, I stood watch, making sure Danny-boy didn’t circle back to town to warn the pirates.

“We good?” I asked Kristof when he returned to the deck.

“Very good. It’s a modified cabin cruiser. No motor, of course, but she’ll run fine on wind and spell-power. Dad bought me one just like it when I went to Harvard.”

“You took a yacht to college? Most kids get a car, Kris.”

“Oh, I got a car, too. Two, actually. The Lotus wasn’t made for Northern winters.”

I shook my head. “Can we shove off, then?”

“Just let me check a few things, then we’ll—” He stopped and squinted into the darkness. “What’s that?”

At first glance, all I saw was what he did—a flash of something running from the woods. I concentrated, invoking my night and distance vision, and saw that the “something” was a ginger-red dog running full out along the shore.

“Some kind of dog,” I said, frowning. “Big one, too. More like a wolf. That couldn’t be…Oh, shit! It’s the guard!”

“He’s a werewolf?” Kris squinted at the fast-approaching canine.

“Cut the ropes!” I yelled, running for the front of the ship.

“What?”

“The ropes, the lines, whatever. Cut them!”

Kristof hesitated only a second, then he lunged forward and sliced through the rope at the rear of the boat. I cut the one at the front. The boat didn’t budge.

“It’s anchored,” Kris yelled, leaning over the side.

He grabbed hold of the anchor chain. I sailed across the deck and grabbed it from him. “I got this. You get the sails up and shove off, or whatever you need to do to get this baby moving.”