Landfall: Islands in the Aftermath (The Pulse Series Book 4)

by Scott B. Williams

  “Whatever they are doing, all I know is that they made everyone leave. If your friends were already there, they won’t be now, and if they were still trying to get there, they would not have allowed them to enter the anchorage. They were serious about it.”

  “An’ de ship, dem U.S. Navy? Dat fo’ true, mon?”

  “Yes, they were U.S. Navy. At least they told us they were, and their small boats had Navy markings on them. But the men who came ashore looked liked soldiers.”

  “I think they were SEALs or Marines or something like that,” Mindy said.

  “Whoever they were, they were serious,” Thomas said. “Some of the boat people tried to argue with them, but they said that anyone who wasn’t out of there within 48 hours would be arrested, and their vessels confiscated. When some people asked them where they were supposed to go, they said they didn’t care, but that they couldn’t stay at Fort Jefferson. They said they were locking down the whole coast and that any boats coming in from offshore would be turned away. They said that applied to all of the Keys and the Florida mainland too, but we came back here by staying closer inshore to the mangroves and shoals, well away from their big ships. We haven’t seen any sign of them in these waters, but we figured we’re going to have to move on to the Bahamas to find someplace safe for the long term.”

  “We wanted to go there in the first place,” Mindy said, “but we weren’t sure we could make it in Intrepida. She’s only 17-feet long and we haven’t done any real offshore sailing. The trip to the Dry Tortugas was much farther than we’ve ever sailed before.”

  “She’s only 17-feet long,” Thomas said, “but she is a Montgomery 17. They are proven boats.”

  Thomas nervously watched for the islander’s reaction to this, but he was pleasantly surprised when Scully agreed with him, saying that he could tell by her lines that the little boat could make it to the Bahamas. But what was even more surprising was that he said since his friends had likely sailed on to the Bahamas if they couldn’t enter the anchorage at the Dry Tortugas, he might as well change his plans and go there too.

  “In that kayak? Are you completely crazy?”

  “Only little bit crazy mon, but de kayak she can go. Only problem is dat place in de Bahamas Larry sailing is very far from de first island. Hundreds more miles after crossing de Gulf Stream, an’ against de wind too. Big problem to take enough watah in de kayak for de drinkin’ all dem days.”

  “Well, I guess if he can cross the Gulf Stream in a kayak, we can do it in Intrepida,” Thomas told Mindy.

  But much to his surprise, after sitting there staring at the two boats, seemingly lost in thought, Scully turned back to Thomas with a proposal: he would sail with them, and take on the duties of captain, if they would agree to tow the kayak behind Intrepida. Thomas countered that the boat was very small for three people aboard, but Mindy liked the idea. After all, this man had just saved their lives and he clearly knew something about boats and offshore seamanship.

  “Give us a minute to talk about it,” Thomas told Scully.

  The islander gladly complied, taking the opportunity to wade into the water beyond his beached kayak to retrieve the weapon from the body of the other dead man, still in the water nearby.

  “He saved our lives, there’s no doubt about that, Mindy. But we don’t know anything about this man. How do we know he won’t shoot us both or push us overboard once we’re out at sea?”

  “We don’t know, but I’d rather take that chance than stay here in the Keys and run into more men like those two. I think he’s telling the truth. His story makes sense to me, and it makes sense that he would want to help us get to the islands in exchange for a ride. As small as our boat is, it’s a lot bigger than his and it has sails. I think we should go, Thomas, and take him with us. What have we got to lose at this point?”

  Thomas couldn’t argue with that. They didn’t have much of anything to lose but their boat and their lives, and if they stayed here much longer they were likely to lose both. At least they might have a chance if they could make it to the Bahamas.

  “I know it’s going to be crowded and uncomfortable Thomas, but we can make it work.”

  “Okay. I’ll tell him. But if we agree to his help crossing the Gulf Stream, we’re going to have to take him farther, to the part of the islands he’s trying to reach. That’s what he wants.”

  “That’s fine with me,” Mindy said. “It’s probably a better place anyway. That’s why that captain friend of his wants them to meet there. The farther off the beaten track the better, I say.”

  Thomas waved Scully back over to the fire and told him they would take him where he wanted to go in exchange for his navigation and sailing expertise. But when he asked Scully when they would leave, he wasn’t expecting the answer he received, especially since there were still many hours of darkness before dawn.

  “Now, mon. We sailin’ now. Nevah know how many friend de dead mon dem got. Mehbe on de way already, comin’ in de night outta de bush like dey friend. I seh we go tonight, leavin’ dis place far behind. An’ if de sea, she at peace, we be sailin’ to de island come mornin’.”

  It took Thomas a minute to grasp the enormity of this. After all this time of dreaming and procrastinating, they were about to sail to the Bahamas, and they were leaving right away! It made him a bit nervous, but looking at the other body half-afloat at the tideline, Thomas knew the island man was right. They needed to get out of here and they needed to do it now. It would be foolhardy to remain here all night after their new friend had just killed two men. Thomas was almost certain someone else would come before morning, and Mindy nodded in agreement when he told Scully they could do it. The only thing she suggested was that since Thomas already had a fire going, they should cook the snapper they had caught earlier and eat before they left. Scully didn’t argue with that. It only took an extra twenty minutes and then Thomas kicked sand onto the fire to put it out and they waded out to their boat. Scully pulled his kayak into the water as well and waded around to the stern of the sailboat, where he tied his bow painter to a cleat to serve as a towline.

  Thomas wondered how they were going to manage, with the three of them living aboard the 17-foot micro-cruiser for several days or longer. There were only two bunks down below, but Scully assured him he wouldn’t need one. He said he preferred to sleep on deck and stretching out in one of the cockpit seats to check it out, pronounced it plenty long enough for the purpose.

  “All we need doin’ is haul in de anchor mon.”

  “Are we going straight to the Bahamas tonight?” Mindy asked, still unsure of the plan.

  Thomas wasn’t clear on it either. Everything was happening so fast. And now he’d turned over the decision making to their new captain.

  “We wait an’ see in de mornin’” Scully said. “Sail outta dis place an’ keep away from de land where people livin’. If de wind, she good, we goin’ when de sun rise. But first we need to make de pass to south of dem Keys, under de bridge. You got de charts, to find de channel, mon?”

  “Yes, we have all the charts for the Keys. There are several passes with enough bridge clearance for our mast. We’ve just been staying on the Gulf side because the chart showed a lot more mangrove islands and places to hide here.” From what he could tell looking at the charts, the Atlantic side of the Keys looked a lot more open, with many of the inhabited islands built up on that side an few places to duck out of sight between them and the reefs farther offshore. It might have proven fatal tonight if not for Scully’s arrival, but until then the strategy had worked. But now it was time to go to a better place.

  With the anchor up and the rode stowed in its locker, Mindy and Thomas got the sails up without Scully’s help and Intrepida began moving in the light nighttime breeze. The Montgomery did surprisingly well in light air and was reasonably close-winded. Thomas and Mindy had been sailing her long enough to know how to handle her well, it was just that they had not sailed offshore enough to build the confidence for longer
crossings. But with a real offshore sailor on board, Thomas felt they absolutely could now.

  Scully had little in the way of possessions other than the long, two-man kayak that he said belonged to his best friend, Larry, and his weapons. In addition to the military-style rifle he carried, he had a long, razor-sharp machete and the pistol and rifle taken from the two attackers he killed. Thomas found a safe place in a locker down below for the dangerous blade and the recovered firearms but Scully insisted on keeping his personal rifle close at hand as long as they were in sight of land. As they were tacking away from the anchorage at the mangrove island, Scully answered more of their questions about where he had been and what he had seen since the pulse.

  “Lights out everywhere, mon. Dem out in St. Thomas, Puerto Rico, New Orlean. All de place I an’ I see. Mehbe all de world, got de lights out. Only Jah knowin’ mon.”

  Scully’s report only confirmed what Thomas and Mindy suspected; the damage to the grid was widespread. Some of the other sailors they’d met at the Dry Tortugas said the same. Most of them had come from other parts of the Florida peninsula: Tampa, Ft. Myers, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale… Scully was the first person they’d talked to who could verify the same conditions as far away as New Orleans and St. Thomas. If the situation was truly global, then it was far worse than he’d imagined. The damage was the same anywhere they could conceivably go, so would things be any better in the Bahamas? When he asked Scully what he thought, their new captain replied with the story of the attack from another sailing vessel on the Cay Sal Bank. Even in such a remote place, they’d encountered violence, so maybe no place was truly safe, but Thomas already felt better with Scully in charge. And now there were three firearms aboard as well. Thomas would have never thought them necessary before the collapse, but after what just happened, he felt good knowing the guns were close at hand. And when they reached the Bahamas, he intended to ask Scully if they could keep one of them, maybe the pistol, and if he could teach them how to use it. Never again did he want to experience that helpless feeling of knowing he was about to be murdered, along with the woman he loved, and that there was not a thing he could do about it. From this point forward, Thomas realized they were going to have to adapt to a harsh new way of life. The rules were different now, and the only authorities they had encountered had simply ordered them to go away. Thomas wanted to survive this, and he knew Mindy did too. With Scully’s help, the prospects of doing just that suddenly looked a whole lot better.

  Five

  THE LONGER RUSSELL WATCHED, the better he felt about his new neighbors with which he now shared this tiny Bahamian cay he didn’t even know the name of. After seeing more of the crew from the two sailboats, he began to feel fairly certain that they were not cutthroat murderers out roaming the islands to take from the less fortunate. Instead, they appeared to be quite normal looking folks. That they were a mix of men and women, even young, good-looking women; put Russell even more at ease in regards to their intentions.

  The first of these women had appeared on deck of the classic-looking sailboat that was anchored on the calm side of the island. She looked to be perhaps in her mid to late thirties, like the man on the catamaran, and like him she seemed at ease aboard a boat. Her tan, athletic body added to her image as a competent sailor and she was quite attractive, with short, but sexy blonde hair that just touched her shoulders. The other two females that greeted the day a bit later were much younger, in their early twenties, Russell guessed. One had the outdoorsy, at home on the boat kind of look and the other looked like she could have been a fashion model in a previous life. It was this one that Russell zeroed in on, unable to take his eyes off her, as he watched her ever move in fascination. It had been too long since he’d seen other people at all, and way too long since he’d seen a girl that looked that good.

  Her oversized T-shirt and baggy shorts couldn’t hide what he was sure was a perfect body, and her long brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail, allowing him to see even at a distance that she had a face to match the rest. What were the odds of a girl like her ending up here? Russell didn’t know, but he was certainly not going to object. He noticed too that there was a young man about the age of the two younger women as well. This one was clean-cut, still making the effort to shave apparently; something few men bothered with these days. There was one more man who emerged soon as well, and Russell guessed he could be in his mid to late forties. The final crewmember he saw was a young girl in her early teens, bringing the grand total from the two boats to seven. Russell figured one of the older men was the girl’s father, and the blonde woman was no doubt her mother. Whatever the case, it didn’t really matter. He had seen enough that he was sure they were all sailing together. Why the other boat ended up on the safe side of the island, unlike the catamaran, Russell didn’t know, but he figured it was because the catamaran got their first. It make sense, because he knew catamarans were faster than boats like the other one.

  Russell had been watching from behind a clump of bushes and cacti on a slight rise that overlooked the entire end of the island the boats and their crews occupied. As soon as all of them were out for the day, there was much walking back and forth across the island between the two vessels, and what appeared to be lots of discussion among their crews. Russell had no doubt it was in regards to getting out of their predicament. The next thing that happened was that they began offloading the gear and supplies aboard the stranded catamaran. Russell could easily guess what they were doing—trying to lighten the load. Maybe they were going to try and refloat the boat when the tide came in and sail it around to the other side where the other vessel was anchored. One thing he was sure of, they had lots of stuff. His mouth watered as he began to fantasize about foods he had not tasted in weeks. Surely they would share some with him when he explained his situation. Russell decided it was time to make an introduction. He would simply walk up to them and tell them the truth, that he was alone there, a castaway who had barely survived his ordeal, and if they were indeed ordinary, mostly good people as he was now confident they were, they would have pity on him and help him out. In exchange, he would help them with their boat problem. Maybe they would even give him a ride. That was what he really wanted, a ride and the opportunity to meet the beautiful girl with the long dark hair. Russell got to his feet and stepped out in the open, calling out to the strangers before approaching any closer.

  The man he’d seen first was passing things from the deck of the catamaran to the other two men in the water, who were in turn handing them to the three women and the girl. They had a system going to get everything to the beach as quickly as possible, and Russell figured he could join in and help them, if only they’d give him something to eat so he would have the strength to work. His shouts clearly startled them—all seven of the strangers immediately stopped what they were doing and turned his way to look. Their first reaction was anything but welcoming. The women moved closer to the boat and the guy on deck reached for something through the closest hatch and seconds later had a shotgun in his hands.

  “It’s okay!” Russell shouted. “I don’t have a gun, only this!” He held the fiberglass pole spear out to one side so they could see it. It wasn’t much of a weapon against someone armed with a shotgun. “I’m not looking for trouble, I just need help! I’m hungry!” He hesitated before walking any closer.

  “Where did you come from?” the man with the shotgun yelled back. “We didn’t see another boat on the island. Are you alone?”

  “Yes I’m alone! I don’t have a boat! I’m stranded here and barely surviving!” Russell stood there waiting for a reaction while the surprised boat people talked amongst themselves, apparently trying to decide what to do about his unexpected appearance.

  “Stay where you are!” the man with the gun yelled back. “We’ll come talk to you.”

  Russell saw the man go below into the cabin again, and when he reappeared, he had two more long guns, both of which looked to be assault rifles. He passed one to each of the oth
er two men and then walked to the bow of the catamaran and jumped off into the shallow water. Russell knew that if he’d misjudged these people, he was screwed. He was powerless to defend himself against them, and even if they didn’t have guns he couldn’t have done much against three men who all looked to be fit and healthy while he was underfed and weak. And so he stood there and waited, trying not to appear nervous. He resigned himself to the reality that if they killed him now it wouldn’t matter much anyway. He couldn’t go on like this forever and he knew that eventually something would happen to him here alone, and that would be it. Maybe he would step on a stingray or get bitten by a shark, or maybe the next time he got sick he wouldn’t recover his strength, and would spend his last days lying there in his miserable hut, unable to get up and forage for food, wasting away until he died of starvation. It wasn’t an attractive option, and even if he’d tried to hide, these people probably would have found him. If they decided to shoot him on the spot, then so be it. He would know soon enough if they were going to do so.

  “I just saw your boats this morning,” he said, as the three men walked towards him, stopping when they were some twenty paces away. They were close enough to talk in a normal tone, but far enough that they knew he couldn’t try anything.

  “How did you get here?” the one with the shotgun asked. “This island is a long way from anywhere.”

  “I was on a sailboat with some people I met in Nassau. They agreed to give me a ride to Staniel Cay in the Exumas. I have an old friend that lives there. I thought we were in the Exumas, but now I’m not so sure. There’s nothing here and I have no idea which cay this is. We dropped the anchor nearby for what they said was a stop to do some spearfishing, but they left while I was off swimming, too far from the boat to catch up. They abandoned me here with nothing but this pole spear and my mask, and I haven’t seen another boat until you guys showed up.”