CHAPTER TWENTY
Again, I could have freed myself at any time, but I chose not to. The Red Tide Pirates still had Fingerprints as their prisoner. As long as they had him in their grasp, I couldn’t risk anything. All I could do was watch as Tiny and Dual Streak—who had both been pulled back on board by a couple of their fellow pirates—dragged the paralyzed Fingerprints up the ramp to the top deck of their ship. I tried to catch Fingerprints’ eyes one last time, but they dragged him on his back and he couldn’t raise his head to look at me. The last of Fingerprints I saw was the soles of his ships disappearing over the lip of the ramp out of my sight.
Then I was abruptly led back into the yacht by Hilda and five of the other members of the crew. They took me through the stateroom and down int
