Chapter Twenty-Three

Martin clung to the rope that was attached to the slender seat as he was boldly lowered from the helicopter onto the deck of the yacht.  When King Rufus said he’d have the helicopter take him to the yacht, he assumed they’d be landing on it and he’d be stepping out onto the deck.  Instead, it hovered over the deck of the yacht as the wind swung his body to and fro while he, little by little, was lowered until his feet were able to support him. 

The helicopter stayed in position while Martin scrambled about the yacht in search of Nick.  He found him chained by the wrist and ankle in a small room that looked like it was intended to be used for utility, not to accommodate a human.

“So, cousin,” Martin said in a voice that he hoped sounded light hearted. “It seems it’s my turn to rescue you.”

“So, it would appear,” Nick said as he struggled to stand.  “They have me chained so