A Rope Ladder Swung
see his brain whirl- “Are you saying I’ve grown fat?”
- felt as though you were in an ice bath for a millisecond
- that zipped on the sides
- in his room, planning his revenge
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A rope ladder swung before me, the lowest rung knocking me in the face. The helicopter hovered high over the ship, paying out a very long ladder so it could stay clear of the masts. With great effort I hooked an elbow over one rung and placed my feet on another.
The chopper climbed, pulling me upwards. At the hatchway, I got stuck momentarily until I exhaled. Then I was yanked free and the helicopter sped off, reeling me in gradually as it flew, giving me ample time to wonder who it was that rescued me.
Mitzy. I should have known she’d put in an appearance eventually. She stood in the open doorway of the helicopter wearing sequined overalls that zipped on the sides. As she guided my exhausted body into the compartment she said, “You weren’t stuck for long, but the surprise felt as though you were in an ice bath for a millisecond.”
“Are you saying I’ve grown fat?” I demanded. “There was nothing there but cotton candy — poisoned cotton candy — what was I supposed to do? I’m starving as it is.”
Mitzy’s worst habit, among many irritating tendencies, was speaking about people rather than to them. She said, “Soon he is in his room, planning his revenge. I can see his brain whirl, spinning fantastic torments for his enemies.”
“Mitzy, I just want a shower and a stiff drink, in that order.”
Where was she taking me? What happened to Jorgensen’s crew? Was I too late to protect Tessa from the deepest secrets of the treasure?