Chapter FourCiara felt numb and could only stare through vague sunlight filtering through breaks in the storm clouds toward the area where the Mercy went down. Except for some floating debris, the sea quickly erased any trace of the sixty-four foot ketch among the churning swells. Yet, the sea could not be that deep. They had still been over the shelf that ringed the string of tiny islands. When the water calmed, they would be able to clearly see the Mercy lying on the bottom. Or what was left of her.
“Papi!” Pablo said, shrieking.
As Ciara turned to see what might be wrong, her shin jammed against something underwater. Her nerves electrified. She yelped then panted to quell the shock and pain.
Pablo had already made it to his father's side where Rico bobbed in the water. Rico's arm dan
