The old man puffed and grunted with pain. His fingers worked a long time at the knot. He swore softly, but he finally got it undone. Matt groaned and rubbed his wrists.
There was the sound of a car horn in the direction of the boat's stem. Captain Elsworth sighed. "We're into the Bay now. No chance left to get help. We're stuck, I'm afraid."
"Isn't there anything we can do?" Matt asked. "Maybe I could swim for it!"
The old man shook his head. "If a hammerhead didn't get you, Son, the current would. We can hope he doesn't know where he's going and runs aground. It's all mud flats and grass beds around here, and he's heading into some shallow bights. But I'm afraid that's a slim hope. I watched him. He can handle it all. If only he hadn't found the gun…"
"Is there a knife, a club – anything?" Matt asked.
The old man shook his head. "The fish billy's back at the stern, in the bait box. That's all I've got, Son," he said apologetically.
The door opened. Jody looked down at them and sneered at the way they were all bunched around the captain.
"Looks like a mutiny, Pops. You know what they do to mutineers, don't you?"
"Same thing they do to pirates!" he snapped back.
Jody laughed thinly. "Don't bug me, you old fart. I've got to figure out what to do with all of you after we land. See – you know too much now, get me?" He laughed again, closing the door.
Tish looked after him, her mouth open.
"H going to kill us," she said hollowly.
Captain Elsworth put his hand on her arm gently. "Me, maybe. And maybe your boy." He couldn't bring himself to suggest what they would do with her and Suzy. He didn't have to. Even Suzy understood. "But don't give up. We'll think of something."
"What?" Tish said, her voice hollow. There was a small smile on her face. "Matt's no match for them. Your ribs are cracked. Let's be honest with each other, Captain. That's the least we can do now."
The old man looked at her a long moment, then winked at Suzy and Matt. "There's some fightin' gal there, kids," he said. "Whatever happened down here wasn't all bad, because your mom sure looks different than she did this morning."
They both looked at their mother, then at each other. The old man was right. They had their mother back!
"We can't out-muscle them, maybe," he said, getting a crafty look on his leathery face. "So we gotta outwit them and make them use their strength for us instead of against us – and their squabbles."
"And their passions," Tish added, squeezing his arm. She looked at Suzy. "Do you understand me, honey?"
"Yes, Mom," Suzy said, her pussy tingling reflexively. She remembered the sight of Boo's big prick and the look in his eye when he'd watched her come in her mother's mouth. "Yes, I understand, Mommy!"
The boat churned through the shallow waters of the night. After some time, the engines slowed to an idle. Matt knelt on the bunk and pulled the curtain aside and looked out.
"I see a light," he said. "Looks like a lantern. Yes, there's a tent. One – no – two people, male and female."
"A boat?" Captain Elsworth asked. "Is there another boat?"
"I don't… yes, there it is, on the other side of a clump of mangroves." He pulled his head back in. "We going to swipe it?"
"I don't know, Son."
They were barely drifting forward. There was the mushy feel of the prow burrowing into the mud bottom, and the forward motion stopped. Jody worked the engines and made the stem swing around closer to the island. Voices came to them as ropes were tossed and snugged up and tied to stout mangrove roots. The door opened, and Boo grinned down.
"Everybody out," he said jovially.
They filed out. Jody was ashore. He stood with Kermitt. They were arguing nastily with each other.
"… stole a fucking boat!" Kermitt roared. "Dumb son of a bitch!"
"What the hell was I supposed to do, you asshole! Float to England? Maybe you got that turkey for us on purpose, huh? You and the rental bastard had it all figured, huh?"
"Cut it out, Jody! How would we get the stuff Miami, huh?"
Jody pointed a stiff finger. "What the hell you got tied up over there, an elephant?"
"It's hot. They'd be looking for it, and you know it. That's why we rented yours, remember? But now, you dumb asshole, we got the Coast Guard out looking for a missing charter boat. You sure as hell can't hide that big thing under the mangroves!"
"Well, what was I supposed to do, Kermitt?"
Fay spoke for the first time. Like her brother, she had dark hair. Unlike him, her build was slender and willowy, while his was stocky and muscular.
She had small tits, tight little cones on her naked chest. Each of them wore briefs and nothing more. Her hair was mussed. His cock was full in the pouch of his briefs.
"Come on, Jody, let's not argue about it any more," she said quietly. "I don't feel like arguing. You could have taken the boat in and had the engine fixed and come back tomorrow, that's all. We'd still be here. Hey, come on – let's have fun instead of arguing, huh?"
"Sure, you'd still be here tomorrow," Jody said darkly, looking at her, his eyes flicking over her naked tits and her panties.
She leaned against him, running her hands over his shoulders and chest, making a cooing sound. "I'm the one who should be mad, Jody," she pouted. "You came just at the wrong time. Kermitt and I were having a lovely fuck when we heard your old boat coming along."
Jody snaked his arm around her slender waist. "Fine, let's us finish fucking then, baby."
Kermitt glared. "Get your hands off my sister," he said.
"You need a change, old buddy," Jody grinned. "Why don't you go knock off one of those pussies I brought you. Break 'em in. I got it figured with them. We take them back to Colombia and sell 'em to that one-eyed bastard – what's his name?"
"The Indian?" Kermitt asked, looking through the dim light at Tish and Suzy for the first time. He smiled. "Yeah, why not? Couple thou each maybe? Shit, I don't know what girls bring. They dogs?"
"For Christ's sake, go look, touch, and fuck! Hell no, they're not dogs! Couple of queens! Do I bring you lousy merchandise?"
Kermitt squinted through the darkness and went toward them, eyeing up Suzy and then Tish and then favoring Suzy again. He squeezed her tit and felt her ass.
"Damn!" he said huskily.
"Watch it, buddy," Matt snarled.
"Fuck off, punk," he growled. "Better yet, lemme see you fuck your mother. This your mother? Sure, she is." His face went nasty. "Get fucking, kid, or I'll use your cock for shark bait."
He pushed Suzy toward the light. Jody and Fay had come over, and Jody was snickering. "You better get it up, punk. Kermitt's nastier than I am, and you'd better believe it."
"That's hard to believe," Matt said insolently. He looked at his mother, and she looked at him. And turned fully to him and went up against him and curled her arms around his neck, pressing her naked body against his, kissing him.
"Fuck me, Son," she said. "We'd better do what they say."
Kermitt cackled sharply. "Hot damn! You talk my language, Momma!"
"The name's Tish," she said, turning her head toward him and looking at him boldly, lifting Matt's hand to her tit and making him cup it. Hers went to his cock and balls, and she fondled him openly.
"Man, oh man!" Kermitt whooped, looking at Jody. "This is really something! Hey, Momma, how about if I fuck your daughter, huh?"
"Why don't you ask Suzy." Tish said, arching her brow at him. "I'm only her mother, not her keeper."
Kermitt whooped again. Fay thought it was funny too. Even Jody grinned. Boo stood there like a bear and grinned from ear to ear, not quite sure what he was laughing at. He kept looking at Fay and licking his lips.
Suzy sucked in her breath and watched her mother. She'd never seen her quite so cool and calculating before. She looked at Kermitt and couldn't help the way her pussy throbbed. He was rather handsome.