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Horizontal shafts of rain muddied the sky, lightning blitzing through them like electric probes. Morris stumbled through the storm, the waves that splashed aboard the boat hugging his ankles. He braced himself to the shadows and hindered his back to the wall as he slowly walked flush alongside it. He looked at the North Star, submissively distracting his attention as he marveled the especial large size of it that night. Suddenly, heart slammed to a stop, lips paralyzed, he realized what he just did. He stepped into the wash of a carriage lamp that hung under the cement awning guarding the recessed double-doors. Boots then rounded the corner. A man stood barring Morris’ only exit. Their focuses were riveted on each other.

Morris was the first to move, hurtling in a beeline in the other direction. The pursuer raced headlong across the waterlogged deck, on his heels. A rumble of thunder coursed through the ship, the planks churning under the pressure of a wave. Suddenly, a salty billow rose up and impaled both of them, the hostage skewered to a set of clapboard shutters. His body splayed across the ground, but he quickly recovered. With white-knuckled fingers, he clung to a stanchion and hauled himself up. He staggered forward. Hazed eyes swept the bow, desperate to find another exit. Then he saw it. A cacophony of yells pierced through the storm. Morris’ breath was short, audible and erratic like the steps that he took. Vision distorted, the pursuer slashed blindly at the hostage, triumphantly dragging him to the ground. Standing over him, he breathed through red, flared nostrils. Morris clambered to his feet and escaped the herd of ragged deckhands. That was when he realized that the North Star that he saw wasn’t a star at all. It was the light of the helicopter that he summoned. He suddenly knew that the water was the safest place to be. He vaulted over the edge of the ship, his body lurching through the black waves that lashed with the storm. Weary and weak, Morris dragged his water-heavy clothes heavenward, draping his arms over the rung of a rope ladder. Heavy, pot-sized hands grabbed his shoulders and hauled him into the helicopter. Laying his body spread-eagle across the floor, Morris let the North Star lead him home.