He gasped for air, rolling to the side and pushing the umbrella away as his men tried to help him. Bodhi and Frank smiled at one another, shrugging but grateful for the help.
That’s when they saw the help. Joseph stood in front of the small café, lifting another umbrella and took off, charging toward bullhorn man and his buddies.
“Oh, this shit is gonna be fun,” said Bodhi.
With the others joining him, they lifted anything they could, charging at the men who saw nothing except flying objects coming at them. Three men screamed, running toward the docks and their small boats. Two more tried to leave but their boss refused to let them go.
“Who threw those things?” he screamed.
“Boss, it wasn’t them. They’re all standing over there. The umbrellas were there, at the café. It was the wind. Or Zeus,” he said whispering the last part.
“It is no such thing! He doesn’t exist!” Fuming and no closer to resolving his issues, he once again looked at the village. “If I find out any of you had anything to do with this, I’ll kill you all.”
As the three men walked back toward the cliffs, the others just sat in the rain, stunned. Bodhi walked closer to Marguerite, standing behind her to whisper.
“Marguerite? Do you truly trust all of these people?”
“I do.”
“Then get them somewhere where we can speak to them. Now.”
The only place that could hold everyone was the small church on the island. The men working at the cliffs seemed to avoid the church, which was a good sign. When everyone was seated, they looked at Marguerite, wondering why the old woman asked them to come.
“Marguerite, what’s happening?” asked an old man. Nico and Leonidas stood next to her, shaking their hand up and down to ensure they kept their voices low.
“We don’t want anyone to hear us. Boys?” she called. Ian, Devin, Bodhi, Frank, Dalton, Ben, Adam, Kiel, and Joseph stepped from behind the door leading to the priests quarters.
“Who are these men?” asked a woman.
“We’re here to help. We’re friends of Nicolai.” They all gasped and Adam held up his hand. “He’s safe in America with our friends and family but he will be returning once we figure out how to get these men off the island.”
“Are you magicians? Did you send those objects flying?” asked a woman.
“We’re not magicians and it’s rather complicated, but yes, we did that,” said Kiel.
“I like you already,” she nodded with a smile.
“It’s very clear that every day you stay here you are in greater danger,” said Frank. “We have to get you off of this island. Tonight.”
“They’ll kill us. They’ll kill us all.”
“Not if we get you to safety,” said Joseph. “Marguerite, Leonidas, and Nico have trusted us. Nicolai trusts us. We ask that you trust us. We have help on the mainland and we know that we can get you there safely.”
“What if the storm isn’t gone by tonight?” asked Diana.
“I know this is scary. I know we’re asking a lot for you to trust strangers, but I assure you we can get you there safely. You have my word,” said Bodhi.
“Marguerite? What do you think?” asked a man.
“I think they were sent to us by the gods. And Nicolai.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Petros Andriopoulos stood in front of the man behind the desk. His quarters on the ship were sheer luxury. The rest of the ship appeared to be just the usual cargo vessel. Rusted steel and heavy doors made it feel industrial, and it was.
But this man’s quarters were filled with dark wood, fine carpets, massive furniture pieces and that damn desk. They’d actually had to cut the doorway to allow for the furniture to be placed in the cabin. The new door was twice the size of the others.
“Why is this taking so long?” he growled at the Petros.
