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Charlie let go of the flagpole. He hadn’t been in the water since the 1984 Swimathon at Warren High, and even then, he’d finished last.
In the cabin, he found the lifejackets ripped and spattered with blood.
“Did Captain Crow tell you what happened to his crew?” Charlie asked, swallowing spray.
“Something about a vendetta. I think that’s why he was selling both his boat and his luck. Two for the price of one, he said. He told me that’s why he named the boat The Hunted Tail, though as far as I could tell he didn’t have one.”