Chapter 60: To the ship.

TURNING HIS UPPER body, Nigel swiped with his knife, a gleaming arc of his blade, catching the flamingo’s lower talon with a sickening crunch. He severed a leg, the bird screeching in pain as it tumbled from the sky, a flurry of feathers.

Pete bounded to his feet. Thank God.

All around them, the birds squawked, their calls enraged by the attack. Nigel turned in time to see Pete roll, evading another dive, and then the royal dashed around a ...