‘Sam!’ cried Steve. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m going home,’ she said simply. She fired up the engine.
‘Sam!’ shouted Steve again.
‘Just leave me alone.’
The engine kicked into life, and she started to steer the boat into the rough, stormy waters that would take her back to Batota.
Steve was about to speak. But his voice died on the wind swirling in across the water.
Ian had already put his hand on his shoulder ‘Leave it, mate,’ he said. ‘We’re out of here.’