Chapter FiveThe moon had risen high. Clouds no longer obscured its First Quarter light. Stars twinkled brilliantly. The violent sea storm that ravaged them had either broken up or moved far out over the Atlantic. But the air remained cool. With nighttime upon them, the water temperature also dropped. Ciara shivered uncontrollably, maybe from fright since this was the warmest time of year in the Caribbean and the trade winds never before gave her a chill. She watched Pablo make his way toward the beach. Occasionally he swam to the left, then changed and headed toward the right. Her heart skipped a beat with the thought that he might have lost his sense of direction.
Ciara held to the life ring that allowed Rico to dangle in deeper water where he and his waterlogged life vest would be warme
