Deftly, she climbed the chain attached to the anchor. I intend on saving you. Her heart beated each time she moved closer.

“Guillaume?” She had followed te stench to the storage deck. She saw him lying there. His usually pink lips were white. “Guillaume.” She whispered again, and his eyes fluttered open. He brought his lips to her ear.
“Get the hell outta here. They’re behind the crates.” Amilie looked down at his arms, and saw the scratches.
“No. You’re coming with me.” With those words, Slythers appeared from every nook and cranny. “Did you hear me? I’m taking him! You won’t stop me!” Amilie picked up Guillaume; he was surprisingly light. For the second time that day, she jumped off the side of the boat. “They didn’t follow us.” She gasped.
“Give him to me.” Amilie and Guillaume had joined the others on the island. She handed him to Mathieu.
“Stay with me, mon garçon.” He rubbed his cheeks until the colour came back to them.
“They didn’t follow us.” Their heads snapped up.
“This is bad.”