The pirates spread out, blocking the route to the jungle. I counted perhaps seven firearms, all ancient rifles, but all of the men carried knives or swords. To Justine I said, “Take care of the children.” Then, arms out from my sides, hands open to show their emptiness, I walked forward.
Lo Fong swaggered out to meet me. He leered, “Such trouble for no gain. I was raised in these waters. We found you easily. If you give up now I might let you keep all your fingers.”
I smiled. “Lo Fong is too generous,” I said. Then I punched him hard enough to send him the twenty feet back into the arms of his men.
Justine picked up the children and ran.