it might be the only chance he ever got to look out for Ben for once.
This was more terrifying than the aftermath of their father’s wrath for any childhood scrape they’d got themselves into. Worse than being in the thick of it in Afghanistan after they’d both escaped by running off to join the army. This was a life or death battle and the odds were getting higher that they weren’t going to win.
There’d been warnings of possible gale-force winds yesterday and they’d known they could be in for a rough day, but nothing like this. Cyclone Lila had changed course unexpectedly overnight and dawn had broken to mountainous seas, vicious winds and driving rain that almost obliterated visibility. The strong currents made the waves unpredictable, and the fleet of yachts in this Ultraswift-Round-the-World Challenge had been caught, isolated and exposed in the open seas east of New Zealand’s north island.
They’d caught some of the stats on the radio before the yacht had finally been crushed under a mountain of water and they’d had to battle to get into their bubble of a life raft. Winds of sixty-five knots and gusts up to two hundred miles per hour. Waves that towered up to fifty feet, dwarfing even the biggest boats. Competitors were retiring from the race in droves and turning to flee, but not fast enough. Boats had overturned. Masts had snapped like matchsticks. Mayday calls had gone out for men overboard. Bodies had already been recovered. There were search aircrafts out all over the place, but the only thing the Logan brothers had heard over the sound of an angry sea had been the deep drone of an air force Orion and that had been a long way away.
The Southern Ocean was a big place when you were in trouble.
They’d been drifting for hours now. Being tossed like a cork in the huge seas.
By some miracle, they’d finally been spotted. A helicopter was overhead and a crewman was being lowered on a winch. Jake could see the spare harness dangling.
One harness.
No way could more than one person get winched up at a time.
And he wasn’t going to go first. This weather was getting worse by the minute. What if the chopper couldn’t get back?
‘You’re going first,’ he yelled over the noise of the sea and the chopper.
‘Like hell I am. You’re going first.’
‘No way. You’re hurt. I can wait.’
The guy on the end of the winch had disappeared behind the crest of a wave. Caught by the water, he was dragged through and suddenly swinging dangerously closer. Someone was putting their life on the line here to rescue them.
‘Look—it was my stupid idea to do this. I get to decide who goes first.’
He didn’t have to say it out loud. It was his fault. Things that turned to custard had always been his fault.
Desperation had him yelling loud enough to be really heard as the rescuer got close enough to shove a harness into his hands. He pushed it towards Ben. Tried to wrestle him into it.
‘Just do it, Ben. Put the harness on. You’re going first.’
But Ben pushed it back. Tried to force Jake’s arm into a loop.
‘Someone’s got to look out for you,’ he yelled.
‘I’ll be okay. I can wait.’
‘This isn’t make-believe, Jake. It’s not some blockbuster movie.’
‘You think I don’t know that?’
‘I know you don’t. You wouldn’t know reality if it bit you. You’re just like Mom.’
And now it was their rescuer yelling. Helping Ben to shove the harness onto Jake.
‘There’s no time for this.’ Good grief...was this person risking life and limb to rescue them female?
Jake was still resisting. Still focused on his brother. ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’
‘She couldn’t face reality. Why do you think she killed herself?’
That did it. The shock took the fight out of Jake. The harness was snapped into place.
‘The chopper’s full,’ the rescuer yelled at Ben. ‘We’ll come back for you as soon as we can.’ She was clipping heavy-duty carabiners together and she put her face close to Jake’s. ‘Put your arms around me and hang on. Just hang on.’
He had no choice. A dip into icy water and then they were being dragged into the air. Spinning. He could see the bright orange life raft getting smaller and smaller, but he could still see his twin brother’s face looking up at him. The shock of his words was morphing into something even worse. Maybe he’d never find out the truth even if he wanted to go there.
Dear God... Ben...
This shouldn’t be happening. Would he ever see his brother again?
THE WAVE WAS the last straw.
As though the adrenaline rush of the last few hours was simply being washed away as Eleanor Sutton faced the immediate prospect of drowning.
How much adrenaline could one person produce, anyway? She’d been burning it as fuel for hours as the rescue helicopter crew she was a part of had played a pivotal role in dealing with the stricken yachts caught up in this approaching storm. They’d pulled two people from a life raft and found another victim who’d had nothing more than his life jacket as protection as he rode the enormous swells of this angry sea.
Then they’d plucked a badly injured seaman from the deck of a yacht that was limping out of trouble with the broken mast that had been responsible for the crewman’s head injuries. The chopper was full. Overfull, in fact, which was why Ellie had been left dangling on the winch line until they could either juggle space or get to a spot on land.
With her vantage point of being so much closer to the water as the chopper had bucketed through the menacing shark-gray sky, she’d been the one to spot the bright orange bubble of a life raft as it had crested one of the giant swells and then disappeared again. In the eerie light of a day that was far darker than it should be for the time, it had been all too easy to spot the two pale faces peering up at the potential rescue the helicopter advertised.
The helmet Ellie wore had built in headphones and a microphone that sat almost against her lips. Even in the howl of driving wind and rain and helicopter rotors, it was easy to communicate with both her pilot, Dave, and fellow paramedic, Mike.
‘Life raft at nine o’clock. At least two people on board.’
‘We can’t take any more.’ It was Dave who responded. ‘We’d be over limit in weight and this wind is picking up.’
There was a warning tone in those casual last words. Dave was a brilliant pilot, but he was already finding it a challenge to fly in these conditions. Some extra weight with the approaching cyclone getting ever closer might be enough to tip the balance and put everybody in even more danger.
But they couldn’t leave
