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Chapter 66 End of the Posse
“This way, Senoritas, por favor,” said Enrique using the barrel of his assault rifle to point in the direction he wanted them to go. The six females belonging to the Posse were sunbathing in the nude on the pool deck when Enrique and three of his security team unexpectedly arrived. Stacy took the fact they were fully armed and aiming guns at them as a sign there was serious trouble. That Enrique was being polite only emphasized the danger.
After a late breakfast, Mike informed her there was an important meeting with the Cardozos and she and the other females should work on their tans.
“I thought I was a member of the Posse,” pouted Stacy as she melted in his arms.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it after it’s over. If it were up to me, you’d be there but you know what chauvinist Latinos are. To the Cardozo’s, women are only good for one thing,” said Mike before he kissed her and left for the meeting.
After all the sex of the previous day and night everyone was in the mood to relax. The chef prepared an excellent buffet lunch featuring Crab Louis, one of Stacy’s favorites. The women removed their bikinis, coated themselves with tanning oils and napped in the warm sun.
After lunch Stacy noticed the winds picking up and the sea becoming rougher. She watched as the Inca Dream made a sudden one hundred and eighty degree turn then began to accelerate in the other direction.
“What’s happening, Eduardo? Why are we changing course?” asked Stacy of the young cabin boy who was spraying her with chilled Evian Water.
“Hurricane Danica, it has changed course and is picking up speed,” said Eduardo. “The officer of the deck failed to notice a navigation error. However, the captain hopes to outrun it. Senor Esteban is furious. I think the Inca Dream will have a new captain soon.”
“Hopes to,” said Portia. “You mean we might wind up in a hurricane. The morning’s weather report said it was a Category Five. They’re calling it the storm of the century.”
“I am sure there is nothing to worry about. Captain Ortiz is very experienced and he would never do anything to discomfort the Cardozos,” said Eduardo as a strong gust of wind blew across the deck giving Eduardo an excuse to brush the back of her hand across Stacy’s breast.
“Go away, you little devil,” said Stacy laughing.
Stacy and Portia stuck it out for another hour as the sea got rougher and the winds stronger. They had just announced they were going in when Enrique and three of his men arrived.
“Something’s wrong,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they finished putting their suits on and gathered their belongings.
Enrique ordered the few Cardozo females to go to their cabins and remain there until told they could leave.
“Something’s extremely wrong,” repeated Stacy as she slipped on her bikini bottoms.
“Maybe they couldn’t work out mutually acceptable terms and had a falling out,” said Portia picking up the large bag containing her suntan lotion and other personal items.
The ship was starting to pitch wildly as they arrived in the main salon. Stacy recalled how the night before it had been the scene of an orgy following the showing of the documentary. Ramon had suggested the two of them go to his cabin for one on one sex and Stacy agreed.
Once there, she had focused every ounce of sexual energy she possessed to provide him the ultimate sexual experience. Over several hours, they had coupled repeatedly until exhaustion forced them to sleep. When Stacy awoke, Ramon was gone.
“I gave him every ounce of passion I could summon,” said Stacy when she and Portia were discussing the bizarre film and the wild sex that followed.
“It was the kind of movie that could develop a cult following. Monk and Les are talking about going to Cancun on Spring Break and buying some weed. I wish I had a copy of the General’s film to show them,” said Portia.
“Sir Charles said we could keep the money we earned in New York. I was thinking a week in Paris for the two of us,” said Stacy.
“A week getting my pussy eaten by real Frenchmen, what a divine idea,” said Portia.
When the females entered the salon, the enormous plasma screen was displaying the Weather Channel. A green and red ball dominated the ocean off the Florida coast. Arrows indicated Hurricane Danica was heading toward the lower east coast of Florida. Miami was directly in the storm’s path.
“Sit down and be quiet,” said Enrique. Stacy and the others took seats facing the screen.
“What’s wrong, Enrique,” asked Portia?
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” said Enrique.
It was at that moment Barbara Somers appeared bringing a shocked Stacy to her feet. The black wig and different make-up had been an effective disguise. She was carrying a semi-automatic pistol. Stacy recognized the make, Sig Sauer.
“Sit down, Serena, rather Stacy,” said Barbara walking quickly up to Stacy and slapping her back into the heavily padded chair.
Portia started to leap toward Barbara but one of Enrique’s men blocked her path using his rifle to throw her back into the chair.
“What the fuck’s going on,” demanded Wynona?
“Hello everyone, my name is Barbara Somers. Stacy and I are old friends. She used to work for me. I’ve got some video for you to watch,” said Barbara handing Enrique a DVD.
It was only a few minutes before the Weather Channel was replaced by the gloomy interior of Raymond Serrentino’s office. Mr. Serrentino was seated at his desk waiting. Three stocky men brought a struggling nun screaming curses into the room, threw her on the desk and started slapping her as they ripped her clothes off. The nun’s provocative underwear came into view along with Stacy’s red hair.
“First one to recognize the nun wins a prize,” said Barbara.
“Big fucking deal, that’s Stacy as a red head,” said Wynona after a few minutes of watching the nun being stripped then mounted by one of the men.
“Right, and for your answer you win an easy death,” said Barbara raising her pistol and shooting Wynona in the chest. The noise was deafening. Except for Stacy and Portia, the other women panicked and ran toward the exit.
Enrique stepped forward to slam his gun butt into Chloe’s stomach. She felt to the deck and doubled over holding her abdomen. One of the other guards grabbed Veronika by her blonde ponytail and proceeded to smash her face against a bulkhead. Blood spurted from her broken nose as she crumpled to the floor. The largest of the men landed a hard fist to the jaw stopping Katyln in her tracks. Stacy saw something fly out of Katyln’s mouth and land at her feet. When Stacy looked down, a bloody molar was spinning on the inlaid teak deck.
On screen, one of the men was between the nun’s legs pounding his cock in her vagina. Her legs were wrapped around his waist responding in very un nun like fashion. Mr. Serrentino was gleefully looking on encouraging his men to be brutal.
“Fuck me harder, you Wop bastard,” screamed Sister Serena. With her ankles locked together she was pulling him into her pussy each time he thrust forward. The men moved the Sister until her head was hanging off the side of the desk, crown toward the floor.
“This’ll shut the whore up,” said one of the men placing his cock in Stacy’s mouth and thrusting his hips forward. The security camera caught the rise and fall of her throat as his penis entered and retreated from her gullet. Sister Serena was squirming in pain as the third man pulled and twisted her nipples.
“She’s a fighter. Show her whose boss,” cackled Mr. Serrentino from behind his desk.
“Stacy, get them back in their seats before I shoot another one,” ordered Barbara brandishing her gun at Stacy and Portia.
Stacy struggled with a hysterical Chloe guiding her back into her chair. Portia and a bleeding Veronika managed to get a sobbing Katyln seated.
“Calm down, Chloe,” said Stacy holding the girl. Chloe quieted after a few moments. Stacy relaxed and stood up returning to her seat. Wynona moaned drawing Chloe’s attention. Barbara’s bullet had missed her heart but punctured a lung. Wynona’s labored breath was making a whistling sound as it exited the hole in her chest.
“She’s not dead. Someone call 911,” screamed Chloe rushing to kneel by Wynona.
“Oh, no problem,” said Barbara taking several steps toward Wynona’s supine form then firing directly into her face. Her shot exploded Wynona’s skull bathing Chloe in blood and tissue.
Chloe began to shriek, long, loud cries of a woman terrified beyond reason.
“Quiet, Chloe,” urged Stacy trying to calm her.
But Barbara calmly stepped between Stacy and Chloe, placed the gun against Chloe’s temple and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered the nearest bulkhead.
“Shit, that is going to be one fucking mess to clean up,” said Enrique. “Don’t shoot anymore of them in here, Barbara. Ramon doesn’t like messes and he plans to do the women once he’s finished with the men.“
“All right, as long as they behave,” said Barbara reluctantly.
“What’s going on? Why are you doing this,” asked Veronika?
“I suppose the rest of you are wondering what this is all about. Last month, Mike Cabreeze arranged for a disguised Stacy to come to New York where she convinced me she was a hooker on the run from LA for killing her boyfriend. It was all a setup,” said Barbara.
“That’s a lie. Stacy was with me all last month and we weren’t in New York and we can prove it,” said Portia.
“That’s a bullshit lie, Portia, and you know it. Stacy danced and gave blowjobs by day and escorted at night. She used her pussy to bribe one of the security guards to take her upstairs to Mr. Serrentino’s office where she concealed a couple of these,” said Barbara holding up her pistol.
“You’re wrong,” said Stacy. “It wasn’t me.”
“Cut the crap, you two. By the way, Stacy, that idiot Tice is no longer among the living. After he told us about all the wonderful things you did to him with Sounds, we stuck some things up his dick he didn’t enjoy as much. Stacy drugged Tice and while he was out she hid the weapons. We found this one behind the commode,” said Barbara. “Nice fucking gun.”
“That’s got nothing to do with me. Zack and I are divorced,” said Katyln. I’m just here because Zack said it would be fun to be on a big yacht.”
“And it has been fun up till now. I suppose your death can be attributed to being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” said Barbara.
“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Katyln.
“Too bad, honey. But we all got to go someday. When Mr. Serrentino asked me to have the new dancer come upstairs for a little role-play, Stacy was more than willing. I dressed her as a nun. Mr. Serrentino got off on watching his boys work over one of the Brides of Christ. It was something he took away from twelve years of parochial school. As you can see from the video, the security camera in the ceiling captured, she took her beating and rape like a good whore and when she was alone with Mr. Serrentino, well, you’ll see.”
The men had left a bruised and bleeding Stacy lying across the desk. Mr. Serrentino stood up and unzipped his pants. He leaned over and whispered something to Stacy. She climbed down off the desk and knelt before a now seated Raymond Serrentino. Everyone was watching intently as Stacy began to suck his cock.
“I got to hand it to you, Stacy. You are one hell of a cocksucker. The last three girls I sent to Mr. Serrentino couldn’t get him off. He left his boys work them over. Put one of them in the hospital for a week,” said Barbara.
It was several minutes before Mr. Serrentino orgasmed then climaxed back into his chair asleep. Stacy reached back under the desk to remove a pistol identical to one in Barbara’s hand. Stacy walked slowly around behind a sleeping Mr. Serrentino. She put the pistol down on the credenza then unhooked the gold chain from around her waist.
Stacy recalled Sir Charles had suggested that if possible she strangle Mr. Serrentino rather than shoot him since gunshots would bring his bodyguards running.
“Is that really you, Stacy,” asked Veronika, as the on screen Stacy wrapped the gold chain around a sleeping Mr. Serrentino’s neck then placed her knee against the back of his chair and pulled. There was a minimum of struggle before the old man slumped forward. Stacy checked his pulse to confirm he was dead.
“This is a case of mistaken identity. Stacy couldn’t kill anybody. We’re college students not murderers. Maybe someone who wants to implicate Cabreeze disguised an assassin as Stacy,” said Portia desperately trying to confuse matters.
“Shut the fuck up, Portia. We know you were part of it. It might interest you to know Stacia turned out to be a real moneymaker primarily because she is a cock crazy slut who loves dick more than anyone I’ve met in a long time. She swings both way, too but I you whores know that.”
“What’s going to happen to us,” asked Veronika?
“It’s up to Ramon and Esteban but the smart money is on a very long and excruciatingly painful death. The Cardozos loved and respected Mr. Serrentino. And when Stacy strangled the old man like he was a piece of garbage, they made it their personal mission to find out who was responsible and make them pay,” said Barbara.
“Let me go. I won’t say anything. You can do what you want with Stacy and Portia,” said Katyln.
“I’m afraid its not going to work that way but if you’re lucky, they’ll shoot you in the head after they give you to the crew,” said Barbara.
“I don’t care who I have to fuck. Please let us go,” said Veronika.
“So why do you believe Mike Cabreeze was responsible,” asked Portia stalling for time.
“The Cardozos figured the person with the most to gain was Mike Cabreeze. He had already approached Ramon with an offer to take over distribution once Raymond passed from the scene. But it wasn’t until I saw Stacy on the pool deck I figured out she was really Serena and told the Cardozos. Then we knew for sure Cabreeze had ordered her to assassinate Mr. Serrentino.”
“That’s got nothing to do with us. Zack and I weren’t involved. Let us go. Do whatever you want with Mike and Stacy,” said Katyln holding her jaw, occasionally spitting blood into a napkin.
“Ramon and Esteban don’t see it that way. In their eyes, all members of Mike’s Posse are equally guilty,” said Barbara. “They consider it a blood feud that extends to the families of the Posse. Cardozo’s men are seeing to that back in Cambridge. There’s going to be a lot of bodies floating in the Atlantic before the sun sets.”
“Wives and children, too,” asked Stacy thinking of a serious looking young girl in her communion dress?
“Esteban and Ramon are very thorough,” said Barbara.
“Where are Zack and the others,” asked Katyln?
“You’ll know in a minute. This is almost done. Enrique get ready to switch the feed to downstairs,” said Barbara.
As the security film ended a now clothed Serena was shooting Sallie and the three bodyguards then exiting the room.
“You are one hell of a fucking shot,” said Barbara. “Go ahead, Enrique.”
Enrique opened a sliding cabinet door hiding a bank of electronic controls. He flipped several switches to change the input from the DVD player to the video camera located in the ship’s torture and interrogation cabin. The screen flickered and the scene shifted to below decks.
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“Barbara, are we on,” asked Ramon Cardozo his face filling the large screen? From nearby could be heard the full-throated screams of someone in terrible pain. He was wearing a white lab coat and there were safety glasses perched above his forehead.
“Loud and clear, Ramon,” said Barbara looking into the tripod mounted camera Enrique’s assistant had set up. “I see you’ve already started with the entertainment.”
“Yes, Esteban was most anxious to try out some new equipment. How did everything go up there,” asked Ramon?
“I had to cap two of them, Wynona and Chloe. Wynona to get everyone’s attention and Chloe for getting on my nerves,” said Barbara.
“Save Stacy and Portia for Esteban and me. We have something very special planned for those two,” said Ramon.
“Understood, Ramon,” said Enrique.
“What are your plans for Katyln and Veronika,” asked Barbara?
“Bring them here to start. If you’re inclined, you can supervise their punishment,” said Ramon. “Esteban has new technology that amplifies pain. I’m sure you’ll find it most interesting.”
“I’d love to. That’s very kind of you and Esteban, thank you,” said Barbara.
“Put Stacia on camera,” said Ramon.
One of the guards focused the camera on a seated Stacy as Enrique used a remote to split the screen so both Stacy and Ramon were on screen side by side.
“Stacia, you were spectacular last night. As a whore, you are one in a million. Your painful death will sadden me,” said Ramon.
“We could fuck that way every night if you let me live,” said Stacy. “And Portia could make it a three way.”
“I’m sure that would be marvelous but I have my duty to the memory of a great man, Raymond Ignatius Serrentino,” said Ramon. “Stacia, I want you to know Raymond Serrentino was a man I loved and deeply respected. My brother shares my feelings. Raymond was the one who gave us the funds to start our business.”
“Loss of someone who has been important in your life is always painful. Are you sure Portia and I can’t help you get beyond your grief,” asked Stacy. Having two bright and attractive Harvard girls in the cartel would give you an added dimension.”
“I’m afraid your wit is useless in this situation. It pains us he was assassinated by a murdering slut acting under the orders of a small town policeman. Before this day is out, I’m going to cut off your incredibly beautiful breasts a thin slice at a time, Portia’s, too. Esteban and I have devised a very detailed and lengthy regimen that will make you beg for a death that never seems to arrive. Your lover, Portia, will be there beside you suffering the same fate.”
“Ramon, maybe we better put a hold on this until the weather calms down,” said Barbara responding to the fact that the ship was starting to pitch back and forth and she was having a hard time standing.
“Captain Ortiz says we’re going to be in the clear soon. Don’t concern yourself. Enrique, keep Stacia and the others there until we finish with the Posse,” said Ramon.
“I will, Ramon,” said Enrique.
“And keep the video feed enabled. I’m sure, the ladies want to watch what happens to Cabreeze’s Posse,” said Ramon. “Esteban lets begin with the usual.”
Ramon retreated from the camera. The camera operator changed the focus to capture the entire area. Stacy and Portia leaned forward curious to see the interrogation facility that had been so secret even Sir Charles had been unable to determine with certainty what it contained.
The bulkheads were a gleaming white. The cabinets and fixtures were stainless steel. The ceiling of the room contained a large oval track controlling a movable metal railing. There was a matching track and railing on the bottom deck. The six Posse members were suspended like sides of beef hanging by their wrists from the top railing. Their ankles were restrained in metal cuffs to the bottom railing. Arms and legs were spread at a forty-five degree angle. A hidden mechanism adjusted the tension uniformly. In spite of the differences in height, each man was painfully and identically stretched.
“This is the third torture rack I have designed for the Inca Dream, each a great improvement over the other,” said Ramon obviously proud of his creation. “It embodies all the possibilities of a medieval rack enhanced by modern technology. Allow Esteban and I to demonstrate its efficiency in performing electrical torture.”
Stacy and Portia watched as Esteban and Ramon took a position at one end of the oval rack. Esteban also clad in a white lab coat was holding a lance with a forked tip. An electrical plug connected it to a nearby outlet.
“The lance provides sufficient voltage to cause extreme pain but at an amperage that does not kill. However, it makes you wish you were dead,” said Esteban holding up the three-foot rod. He held it in hand protected by a thick rubber glove.
Ramon pushed a button on the remote control. There was a whirring sound and Lou was moved into position at the end of the oval in front of the brothers.
“Don’t,” was all Lou managed before Esteban touched the fork to his left nipple and pressed a trigger in the lance’s handle. Lou’s body shook violently as the current passed though his body. As Lou’s scream’s subsided, Esteban touched the other nipple.
“Naturally, the penis is very sensitive,” said Esteban capturing Lou’s cock in the fork and raising it slightly before he pressed the trigger. Lou’s cries filled the salon as Stacy and the others watched.
“And of course, the testicles are equally if not more sensitive,” said Esteban placing the twin tines of the fork around one of Lou’s balls.
Portia gritted her teeth as Lou bellowed in pain. I had his balls in my mouth not that many hours ago realized Portia. Lou was an awful bastard but he didn’t deserve to be tortured this way.
While Lou was still screaming, Ramon used the remote to move the track and Brad became the next Posse member to experience the lance. After Brad, they moved quickly through the other members.
“Zack,” screamed Katyln recognizing her business partner and ex husband when his turn came.
“You heard Ramon, Katyln. I get to do the same to you when we take you below. I’m going to stick that lance in your cunt and pull the trigger,” said Barbara. After that, I’ll go to work on your asshole.”
“Don’t do this, Esteban. You’re passing up billions,” said Mike before Esteban pressed the trigger. Esteban took his time with Mike applying the lance to both armpits and repeatedly to his privates. Mike was forward semi-conscious by the time they arrived by at Lou.
“The next step is castration,” said Ramon kneeling to loop a thin metal cable around Lou’s testicles. Lou was pleading for them to stop as Ramon pressed another button. The cable quickly tightened around a take up reel. Lou’s testicles were stretch to the verge of being ripped off.
“There is a tradition in Columbia that the first thing you do with a traitor is take his manhood,” said Esteban walking toward Lou with a scalpel and a small plastic bucket. “Then as he suffers great pain, he will also know that he is not suffering as a man.”
“I told you we had nothing to do with killing Serrentino,” screamed Lou. “Sure we wanted to be the distributors but that doesn’t mean we strangled him,” said Lou.
Esteban ignored Lou’s protest. He placed the yellow pail under Lou then used the razor sharp scalpel to slice open Lou’s scrotum. He reached in the blood sack to remove the two small clumps of tissue. Esteban deftly sliced through the connecting tissues allowing the testicles to fall into the pall making a small splat as they landed.
“Any idea how many sets of nuts the Cardozo’s have chopped off, Enrique,” asked Barbara?
“No idea, Senora, but there are more than a few men in my country walking around without their balls thanks to Ramon and Esteban,” said Enrique.
Ramon appeared with a cauterizing instrument he applied to the incision. There was a hiss and a small puff of smoke as the red-hot tip seared the two edges of flesh.
“Maybe, I’ll cut your clit off and keep it as a souvenir,” said Barbara to a terrified Katyln and Veronika.
It was Mark’s turn to be gelded.
“Oh God, please don’t,” begged Mark as Esteban approached. “I don’t know anything about who killed Raymond Serrentino.”
“I am afraid, pretty boy, you are guilty by association,” said Esteban leaning down to slit open Mark’s scrotum. In spite of the pain, Mark did not faint as Esteban’s fingers entered his sack to remove his testicles. He did scream however as he felt them being cut away. Other members of the Posse, driven by terror, joined in his screams.
Esteban dropped the severed flesh in a plastic pail. Ramon cauterized the incision. Mark screamed then passed out.
Esteban and Ramon continued on to Brad and then his brother Bobby. Both men fainted after their wounds were cauterized.
“God no,” said Katyln when it became Zack’s turn. She passed out on the deck when Esteban held up Zack’s bloody testicles. Only Mike was left.
“We have something special planned for you, Michael,” said Ramon as Esteban rolled a strange looking device mounted on a cart to where it was directly in front of him. “This is new.”
“Look, Ramon, Stacy Todd couldn’t have killed anybody. She’s nothing but a whore, a slut who loves to fuck. You’ve seen that yourself,” said Mike as Esteban positioned his balls between the jaws of the two vise-like devices. Next he tightened both vises until Mike’s testicles were slightly compressed. Mike desperately kept on pleading.
“You not thinking clearly, Ramon. Someone must have disguised herself as Stacy. For God’s sake, she’s a fucking Harvard student,” said Mike.
“Say goodbye to your balls, Michael,” said Esteban as he pressed a red button on the cart. Mike’s screams grew louder and louder as each vise slowly closed flattening his testicles.
Mike’s pain was so real and his screams so loud Barbara and Enrique were staring at the screen not watching her or Stacy. Portia saw her chance. She slipped her hand inside the large beach bag and found the remote trigger disguised within the top of a bottle of tanning lotion.
On screen, Mike was going crazy with the pain. His screams filled the salon. Enrique increased the volume. Portia pushed the arming switch then pressed the trigger. For ten seconds, nothing happened then they heard a boom that kept getting louder. All of a sudden the furnishings and people of the salon were propelled into the air.
Portia’s bomb had blown out the bottom of the boat. People in the ship’s hold and below deck were killed instantly.
Stacy had watched Portia arm and trigger the bomb out of the corner of her eye. It’s now or never Stacy told herself as she picked herself off the deck and leaped on a stunned Barbara. Stacy felt her elbow go numb as it smashed Barbara’s jaw. She grabbed the Sig Sauer from her hand.
Enrique was raising his weapon to fire as Stacy snapped off a single shot that struck Enrique in the mouth. Stacy’s second shot landed in the center of his chest. Stacy’s second bullet struck the cameraman in the thigh as she took cover behind one of the turned over couches.
The cameraman trashed around on the deck screaming and holding his shattered leg. The other two guards had recovered enough to fire long bursts in Stacy’s direction. Bits of leather and upholstery filled the air. When their magazines emptied, Stacy leaped from behind the couch taking both men out with a single shot to the chest. Stacy stood up, took aim at the cameraman and fired a single shot to his chest.
A blow to the back of her head stunned Stacy dropping her to the floor. Her pistol hit the deck spinning out of reach. She felt someone land on her back.
“Fucking kill you bitch,” said Barbara planting her weight on Stacy. Barbara’s arms wrapped around Stacy’s head twisting her neck to break it. Just when Stacy felt like her neck was about to snap, Barbara slumped forward off her. Stacy rolled over to find Portia holding the bloody ceramic knife she had just passed across Barbara’s throat.
When Stacy got to her feet, she saw that both Katyln and Veronika were dead, killed by the panicked spray of the security guards’ bullets.
“We got to go. This baby is going down,” said Portia pulling Stacy’s arm. “But first I need to get something.”
“Me too, this,” said Stacy picking up one of the guard’s assault rifles and inserting a full magazine. Stacy followed Portia to the salon where the art was located. Portia began ripping paintings off the bulkhead.
“We don’t have time for that,” said Stacy noting that the deck was slowly slanting to one side.
“Just the great ones,” said Portia grabbing a small painting and tucking it under her arm.
“Come on. Art is not worth dying for,” said Stacy. The Inca Dream was listing strongly to port.
“Just one more, it’s a Velasquez” said Portia pulling a large oil painting off the wall and handing it to Stacy. “You’ll have to carry this one.”
Stacy had expected to see more of the crew when they ran out on the deck where the life rafts were stored. But it was empty. Reynolds later theorized the force of the explosion had killed most of the crew who were in their quarters below deck hiding from the hurricane.
Waves were breaking over the port side as Stacy released the raft and prepared to climb in. Portia pulled the lanyard causing the raft to inflate.
“Hold it a second,” said Stacy watching a hysterical Carina run toward them. Stacy grabbed the former Miss Universe, clipped her in the jaw then dumped her into the raft. Waves were coming over the side as Portia and Stacy climbed in the raft. Portia turned the release handle allowing the raft to slide into the sea.
They watched as the Inca Dream turned upside down then slipped below the surface. No other life rafts were launched. Stacy and Portia carefully sealed the Winslow raft as Hurricane Danica arrived in full force. For the next forty-eight hours the three women clung to one another as the raft bounced through mountainous waves.
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