The wind interrupted Leon; it had formed a pack with the waves. Wood from the ferry's deck was lifted and hurled in all directions. Garrard was slammed in the head. Blood trickled down his face. He tasted blood; his eyes glazed over. If this were the end, he didn't want to go down with strangers. He cared too much. He needed too much. Crawling on his hands and knees toward Sara and Leon, he collapsed a few yards away. Within a minute, the outlawed ferry lurched ahead, and water gushed over the bow like a broken fountain. Hurled into the unforgiving waves, the numbing screams were silenced.
