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  Copyright© 2015 Brenda Beem

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-567-5

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JC Chute

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To Justin, Jenna, Jon and Brittney,

  You make me proud.

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  My writing partner, Dennis, and my writing group, Writers in the Rain, are my creative pillars. They are my touchstones for ideas, feedback, and they encourage me by sharing their writing journeys. I appreciate every moment I spend with Fabio Buena, Martina Elise Dalton, Eileen Riccio, Suma Subramaniam, Angela Orlowski-Peart, and Dennis Robertson. I can’t imagine what my novels would look like without them.

  I’ve loved hearing from other writers, bloggers, family, and friends who read Knockdown. Your many forms of positive feedback spurred me to keep writing. Mary Avzaradel, the bookmarks you made were awesome. Cathy and David Durning, I am still blown away by the special way you supported my novel. Gail Wohlford, thank you for reading my rough drafts and praising them when I was full of doubts. Ridge Reading Group and Barbee Mill Readers, you encouraged me with your discussions. My sisters in P.E.O, I appreciate your promotion of Knockdown. It was gratifying to see book after book go to a good cause. Allie Urban, your edits were perfect.

  Gary, without your backing and your love of sailing, I would not have created what I have. Claude and Ines, thank you for your praise. Jon and Brittney, I am thrilled that you included my novel in your wedding. Jenna, thanks for showcasing Knockdown at your Acupuncture Clinic. Justin, your help with formatting saved me. Barbara, thanks for reading my novel to your class.

  Evernight Teen, I am grateful you chose to publish Knockdown and Beached. You have been incredible to work with. Jane Chute, your edits and insights are amazing. Many thanks to the Evernight Teen staff for all you’ve done to turn my stories into novels.

  BEACHED

  Knockdown, 2

  Brenda Beem

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  I closed my eyes and swam in the cool water, my strokes long and clean. I imagined I was back in my high school pool and let my body take over, allowing it do what it had trained for years to do.

  My boyfriend, Takumi, called to me and I raised my head and treaded water. The salt from the bay burned my eyes as I watched my friends swimming back to Whistler, our sailboat.

  The bay we’d anchored in was calm. The sea would have glistened if the sun had been shining. But I hadn’t seen the sun for weeks. Not since volcanoes erupted and plumes of cascading ash triggered a new Ice Age.

  To escape a tsunami and the icy weather, my brother and I had sailed our family’s boat down the West Coast from Seattle, to this little bay on an island near the California shore. Our young crew had been celebrating by diving off the boat and playing in the water.

  “Toni,” Takumi yelled again and pointed toward the shore.

  A rowboat with three men was gliding towards us. My heart raced as I lengthened my stroke and sprinted to Whistler. Takumi pulled me up onto the swim platform. I hurried below, threw on my least dirty clothes, and rushed on deck.

  Our four-year-old crewmember, Makala, chased Boots, a little wiener dog around with a towel. Boots escaped and shook from head to long, narrow tail. Doggy droplets flew across the stern of the boat.

  Zoë, my brother’s girlfriend, squealed when spray hit her in the face. Jervis, a friend of Dylan’s and the biggest guy on the boat, grabbed Makala and carried her below deck. Her protests echoed off the water.

  I joined my brother Dylan at the rail. Takumi stood behind me. Jervis returned without Makala, and perched on the back of a cockpit bench.

  When the rowboat was about a hundred feet away, the scruffy guy rowing bellowed, “Get your captain. We need to speak to him.”

  Dylan and I locked eyes. He was eighteen. I was sixteen. We’d survived a tsunami and a thousand miles of rough seas. We’d been threatened by the Coast Guard, a motorcycle gang, and an Ice Age.

  Dylan and I were the captains.

  Takumi touched my shoulder. “I’ll go below and get the spear gun.”

  “Bring up the pistol, too,” I whispered and checked to see if our crew was ready.

  Angelina––Makala’s older sister––rested with her back against the mast. Angelina could shoot, better than any of us, but she’d been wounded and was now feverish.

  Nick, Dylan’s friend from school, tied his long damp hair in a ponytail. He’d become Angelina’s boyfriend, and hovered over her. Worry lines etched his face.

  Boots heard the splash of the oars and began barking. I wished he were as big as he seemed to think he was.

  Dylan reached over and squeezed my hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Dylan never held my hand. Our brother Cole was the one who’d always comforted me, but he’d died saving Makala’s life. I pushed his memory aside. I had to deal with these men first.

  Dylan hid the gun Takumi handed him behind his back. “Okay!” He called out when the rowboat was about a hundred feet away. “That’s close enough.”

  One of the three men tried to stand, but fell back onto his seat when the boat rocked. He wore what looked to be hospital scrubs. “What do you mean?” he called out. “You… you told one of our people that there was a sick person on… on board. I’m here to… to check him out. No diseased person will be allowed on our island.”

  “He’s a she. And she has a gunshot wound, not a disease. Do you have antibiotics? The wound’s infected,” I said.

  The man rowing––a burly guy, with a scar running down his cheek––pulled the oars in. He placed his hand on the shoulder of the man who’d been talking.

  A fat bald man sitting in the bow sneered. “The doctor has lots of medicine, but it will cost you.”

  “Cost us?” I glanced at Angelina and Nick.

  The burly scar-faced man began rowing again.

  “What kind of doctor are you?” Jervis yelled.

  The man in scrubs stammered, “I’m a… dermatologist. Medicine is in… short supply. You understand. Lots of––”

  “Fine. Whatever you want, if we have it, we’ll give it to you,” Nick shouted.

  Scarface smiled. “Good. We want the sailboat.”

  “What?” I cried.

  “Stop rowing. Now!” Dylan yelled.

  Baldy leaned over and came up with a gun. He pointed it at Dylan and grinned.

  Dylan swung Angelina’s pistol around and aimed back. Takumi pushed me behind him and raised his spear gun. Surprise showed on the men’s faces.

  “Whistler’s not on the table,” Dylan growled.

  Boots barked in agreement.

  “We want to talk to the adult in charge here,” Baldy sneered.

  “That would be me and my sister,” Dylan replied.

  Scarface and Baldy laughed.

  “You’re just a bunch of kids. Make it easy on yourself. Put the gun down and let us onboard.” Baldy snorted.

  Jervis came back on deck with a second spear gun and stood next to Takumi, mirroring the way Takumi held his gun. Makala kept whimpering below deck.

  The rowboat guys stopped smiling.

  Dylan held the gun steady. “Look. We don’t want a fight. We just wan
t help for our friend.”

  The doctor argued with the scruffy guys. “Just let me look at—”

  Scarface shoved him down into the bottom of the boat.

  “Let’s go.” Baldy kept the gun aimed at Dylan as the rowboat spun in a circle. “No trade. No doctor.”

  “Stop them!” Nick yelled at Dylan. “Do something. Get the doctor back here.”

  “Nick, we can’t give them the boat.” I shook my head slowly.

  “But…” Nick stared at Angelina.

  “Wait!” Zoë emerged from the cabin below.

  Scarface stopped rowing.

  She held a bottle of tequila and a bottle of rum in the air, and sauntered slowly to where we stood. “We have liquor. We can trade you antibiotics for booze.”

  Zoë never stopped surprising me.

  The burly guys smiled. “That’s more like it.” Baldy looked over at his friend.

  “Okay. One bottle for every pill, and another bottle for the doctor’s examination,” Scarface said.

  The doctor hung his head.

  “Deal,” Dylan said. “But you aren’t coming onboard Whistler.”

  I stepped around Takumi. “Nick and Dylan, row Angelina out to meet the doctor in our dinghy. Doctor, check her out and see that she isn’t sick.”

  The doctor sighed. “I can do…do that. But if what you say is…is true, I need her to come to my medical tent. I will need to clean and bandage her wound and…and monitor her, to see how the antibiotic is working.”

  “Angelina?” I looked at her.

  She turned to Nick. “I’ll go with the doctor. But Makala stays here.”

  Nick helped Angelina to her feet. She swayed with the gentle rocking of the boat. “Jervis, remember your promise.”

  Jervis shook his head.

  “Angelina, don’t go talking about dying, again. You’re already getting better,” I said. “Actually, we should all get checked out while the doctor’s here. Then we can visit you at his clinic.”

  The doctor nodded. “I…I’ll take everyone who wants to go on shore’s temperature. No fever means you can come to the island.”

  “Good,” Zoë said. “Because I’m going with Angelina. Check me out first.”

  “What?” Dylan roared. “No you’re not.”

  “Yes, I am.” Zoë moved to the stern and began unfastening the lifelines. “Angelina’s my patient. Besides, I can’t wait to get off this boat.”

  “Zoë!” Dylan grabbed her arm. “Those men have a gun.”

  She raised one eyebrow at him, shook his hand loose, and climbed down to the swim step.

  Both Dylan and Baldy lowered their weapons. Takumi held the spear gun at his side.

  Jervis went below deck and returned with Makala. She ran and clung to her sister.

  One by one, Nick rowed us across to the boat with the three men. The doctor leaned across our dinghy with his battery-operated thermometer. Taking our temperatures took only seconds.

  Dylan and Takumi kept their weapons close by throughout the doctor’s process. Everyone tested was found to be fever-free.

  Finally, it was Angelina’s turn. It hurt me to see how thin she’d grown. Her large brown eyes took up most of her face. The gunshot wound had taken a lot out of her.

  “Okay. Payment first,” Scarface said. That’s seven examinations so far…and now, the injured girl. You owe us eight bottles of booze.”

  “Eight!” Dylan cried. You said…”

  “We said one for each person examined and one for every pill. The doctor examined seven of you already.” Baldy pulled his gun back out and placed it across his lap.

  “All he did was take our temperature,” I cried.

  “You son of a––!” Dylan yelled.

  Zoë held the bottles of alcohol high and waved them. I could see the glint in the eyes of the big guys. “How about this,” she said. “The temperature thingy is only worth a beer. We’ll give you eight bottles of beer for taking our temperatures, the bottle of tequila for examining Angelina, and the bottle of rum for an antibiotic when she gets to shore.”

  Baldy shook his head. Scarface dropped the oars in the boat, and moved closer to his friend. They whispered, glanced at us, and finally laughed.

  Scarface moved back to the center bench. “Okay. Since you’re new here, we’ll take it easy on you. But don’t expect us to be so generous next time.”

  I couldn’t believe what jerks these guys were. I put my hands on my hips. “Who are you guys?”

  “We’re the island’s—sheriffs.” Baldy looked at Scarface and chuckled.

  “Yeah! Sheriffs. I like that.” Scarface smiled.

  The doctor ignored them. “I…I need to check the girl out.”

  “Okay. I’ll get the beers. Here, catch!” Zoë turned and tossed the large bottles she’d been holding at the rowboat.

  Scarface caught one, but Baldy missed. The bottle bounced off the bottom of the boat and almost ended up in the water.

  Zoë stopped in front of Angelina. “While you sheriffs check out the quality of our stuff, I’ll help the doctor with Angelina. He can ride to shore in our dinghy.”

  Scarface and Baldy were too busy opening the bottles to answer.

  “I’m going too,” both Nick and Jervis cried.

  “No, Jervis,” Angelina whispered. “You have to stay with Makala.”

  “But…” Jervis glared at Nick.

  “No-o-o!” Makala wrapped her arms around her sister’s leg. Angelina yelped with pain.

  I peeled the four-year-old off her sister. “We’ll visit in the morning after the doctor fixes her up, okay?”

  “Sissy!” Makala kicked and flailed her fists at me.

  “Ouch! That hurts!” I rubbed my shin.

  “Makala. Stop!” Angelina scolded. “Remember when Mom was in the hospital? We went to visit her every day? That’s where I’m going, to the island hospital.” Angelina gestured at the shore.

  “Take me with you!” Makala whined.

  “You need to stay here, with Boots.” Angelina moaned as Nick helped her into the dinghy. “Visit me in the morning.”

  “Promise?” Makala held up her pinky finger.

  “Promise.” Angelina held up hers.

  Zoë climbed in behind Angelina. Nick began rowing. When they came alongside the little rowboat, the doctor awkwardly climbed on board the dinghy. Scarface and Baldy were slugging down their bottles, only pausing long enough to count the beers Zoë dropped into their boat.

  The doctor frowned when he took Angelina’s temperature and showed the results to both girls. Zoë sighed and helped remove Angelina’s bandage. Still, the doctor shook his head. Zoë argued and gestured. Finally, the doctor wrapped her wound back up and nodded. Nick continued rowing Zoë, Angelina, and the doctor to the camp on shore. I wondered what Angelina had said to convince him to help her.

  I moved around the boat, hanging wet towels over the rails, and carrying soap and bottles of body wash back to the head. Makala wouldn’t stop crying and Jervis finally carried her back down to the cabin below.

  Dylan stopped me. “I’ll stay on deck and keep watch. But If I hear a scream or gunshot, I’m going after Zoë.”

  “Zoë will be fine. She can take care of herself.” I left to see if Jervis needed help.

  Makala was cradled in Jervis’s lap when I found them. They were both almost asleep.

  I felt suddenly exhausted. None of us had slept for more than a few hours at a time for days. I came back on deck with blankets and Takumi and I snuggled next to the fire we’d built in the barbecue we’d found and installed in the cockpit. I fell asleep listening to the sheriffs get drunk as they floated around the bay.

  Makala’s cries woke me. It was pitch dark and Takumi was gone.

  “Sissy!” Makala yelled. “Sissy!”

  Chapter Two

  Thick clouds covered the moon and stars. I shivered. My hair was still damp from my swim and my eyes struggled to focus in the dark. I found Dylan and Takumi stand
ing together in the stern. They both held their weapons.

  A small boat glided across the still waters of the bay towards us. I worried Baldy and Scarface were returning, but this boat seemed larger than the one they’d been in. Jervis and Makala joined me on deck. Jervis shined a flashlight across the water.

  “Sissy?” Makala cried. “Is it Sissy?”

  Zoë’s high-pitched voice called out from across the water, “Jeez, Makala. Stop yelling.”

  As the boat grew closer I could tell there were only two people in our dinghy. Nick was rowing.

  “Makala, Angelina’s okay.” Nick swung the dinghy around to face us. “The doctor and his daughter are taking good care of her. We’ll tell you all about it when we get onboard.”

  “The doctor has a daughter?” I echoed and relaxed a little. I hadn’t liked the idea of Angelina alone on shore with those creeps. I scanned the bay and tried to find the tiny rowboat the drunks had been partying in, but they were gone.

  Makala sniffled.

  “We’ll visit Angelina first thing in the morning,” Takumi told Makala. He laid the spear gun down and snapped a lid on a bin filled with of fresh fish and seaweed. While I’d slept, he’d been catching our dinner.

  Makala pouted.

  Before she could protest again, Jervis handed her the flashlight. “Aim it down on the swim step.” Jervis showed her what he meant.

  Dylan ran to the stern and helped Zoë out of the boat while Nick tied it up to Whistler.

  Zoë covered her eyes. “Makala! You’re blinding me.”

  Jervis pulled Makala onto his lap and turned the flashlight up at the clouds.

  A small fire still blazed in the barbecue we’d built in the cockpit. I fanned my hair as close to the flames as I dared.