The riverboat was under water by this time—the bottom must have been completely torn out for it to sink so quickly—only the conning tower still visible, and the two remaining men treaded water.
“Help us. For the love of God, help us!”
A signal from the captain had Ulisses and Fabricio leaping forward to help Cristovao, who was already reaching for the man who’d shot himself. The man who’d gone to save him gave a screech and disappeared under the water, while the other one almost climbed over Cristovao to get on board the Adelina. So much for honor.
“What’s happening?” The men stared into the water as blood suddenly fountained to the surface.
“Antunes…something yanked him under the water.”
“Piranhas?”
He shrugged and huddled on the deck, shivering.
“Tie him up,” the captain ordered. “And someone bandage his leg.”
Cristovao was closest, but Fabricio and Ulisses did the job.