Wild Fiction

‘That’s all very well, but what has it got to do with us?’ James asked.
‘I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s something important. We need to go and look in that safety deposit box.’
‘This is going to end up being a being a paper chase. Where do you think this box is anyway?’ asked Conrad.
‘The bank of course.’
‘And which one would that be?’
Rebecca paused and looked at the piece of paper again. ‘I’m not sure,’ she said putting the contents of her find back into the envelope and folding in twice. She stood up and left the saloon and walked down to her cabin. ‘I’m going to put this somewhere safe because I know it’s important. I just have this feeling. There’s a little voice in my head that’s telling me to do this.’ She smiled up from the bottom of the stairs at James and Conrad.
They reassembled the contents of the box and packed it under the bench next to the navigation table. A shadow fell inside the cabin and, without any warning, it started raining heavily.
‘It’s bucketing down,’ James shouted over the din.
Conrad jumped up and rushed to the hatch. ‘It isn’t rain,’ he yelled back at them. ‘The anchor must have come undone. We’re under the waterfall.’
He was right. He could hardly stand as the weight of the water came crashing down onto the deck. The catamaran was being spun around in the backwash like a cork. Conrad dived back into the cabin and secured the hatch shut. ‘I need a harness or I’m going to be washed over,’ he shouted. He scrambled about in the galley until he found one. After strapping himself to the steering column, he started the engines. The boat was still being spun in circles. He waited until the bow was about to be spun out towards the lagoon again and pushed the throttles on both engines full forward. As she was being turned away the engines engaged the propellers and pushed her out from under the waterfall and back into the middle of the lagoon. When the boat was clear of the torrent of water Rebecca and James emerged from the safety of the saloon.
‘Check the deck for damage,’ Conrad said his hands shaking on the wheel.
‘She’s still in good shape,’ James said after a bout of shaking anything he could lay his hands on. ‘Her second encounter today and she’s held up well.’