41. Finn
FORTY-ONE
FINN
Jasper put down the phone, a defeated look etched across his face.
“Well, I think this might have cured my travel sickness,” I joked, trying to lighten to mood, just as the boat lit up like someone had flicked on a giant floodlight in the sky.
“Oh my god, can everyone see that? I don’t want to go towards the light.” My head turned from left to right as I tried to work out where it was coming from.
“I don’t think the other side is calling, Twinkle.” Travis declared, pushing up from where he’d been kneeling, a grin spreading across his face that gave me hope.
“What?” I asked as Jasper stood as well.
“Heaven doesn’t have a green and red light as well… well, not that I’m aware of. That, Twinkle, is a boat.”
My mouth dropped open as I leapt up, the movement making the room spin, and I had to sit down again. “What?” I said again.
“A boat. A big, huge, beautiful boat,” Jasper added as the loud groan of our boat sounded like it was about to split in two.
“How did they find us so soon?” I asked as we all stared out through the rain at the huge ship heading our way. “It’s literally been thirty seconds.” Tears pricked my eyes. I’d tried to be brave from the minute those men appeared, but being knocked out, waking up tied and gagged, my shoulder that hurt like a bitch, the water coming in so I really believed I was going to die down there alone… it had been a lot, and now, knowing we might actually make it out of here alive; emotion pulled in my chest and I wanted nothing more than to break down in a big sobbing mess, but my head cracking off the wall as the boat hit another huge wave, reminded me that we were a long way from safe yet.
“Someone needs to go outside,” Jasper announced. “They’ll throw us a line, and we need to tie it on to one of ours so they can bring us closer.”
“I’ll do it,” Travis declared.
“No. My boat, my project, my risk.”
Travis looked like he was going to argue, but he obviously saw the look of determination on Jasper’s face. Instead, he took hold of his hand. “Tie yourself on. The weather is too unstable. One wave and you’re over the side. Do you understand?”
He nodded, picking up his torch. “I’m coming back. I promise.” He pointed to the two arseholes on the floor that I’d almost forgotten were there. “Get them up and ready to leave because they’re going to tell us who paid them to do this.”