One Night In Caño Island (part three)

If you want to follow the story consecutively, read the first part here. For the second part, go here.

The two sexy bikini beauties introduced themselves as sisters Olga and Katnissa. They tell me they were adventure seekers going around Central America, looking for a “good time”. The more they talk about themselves, the more I understood who they were. Olga was the more striking. But despite their appearance, they looked pretty tough! I bet these two are mercenaries. As we rode their yacht towards Caño Island, their cover were becoming less and less flimsy the closer we got to our destination.

I looked at Akasha behind me, slumped over the yacht’s guardrail. He looked like he was ready spew whatever remained from his stomach. He was trying not to show how miserable he’s feeling however. But he is beginning to look green. His sudden bout with motion sickness is distressing me. And I was beginning to regret getting him into this mess.

The sun had begun to sink in the watery horizon when we started the trip. It would take forty five minutes before we can reach Caño Island. It was thankfully clear out and the waves were brisk, but not enough to warrant concern.

“I suppose you know about Caño Island, right?” I asked as I continue to marvel at the beautiful women before me. “It’s a conservation park. We won’t be expecting shelter there. As soon as we dock, we must move swiftly and find Agent Mallorica. Once we get her, we must move out of the island immediately. Let’s try to make this rescue mission as painless as possible.”

I was almost pleading. The taller blonde, Olga, looked at her sister, amused. They both laughed and looked at me conspiratorially. “Bobby, we aren’t going there to rescue your girl friend. We went along with your plan because we have something there that we want. We need you to take us to the graveyard.” In a moment of distraction, I thought these two would earn a good living being pornstars.

“What the hell do you mean?” cried Akasha, who’s face is in panic, “Let’s just get the girl and skidadle ASAP!”

“Caño Island has an archaeological site that are pre-Columbian burial grounds.” Olga replied. Her tight white shirt now covered with a leather jacket, but still revealing her generous bosom. “It is there where we will retrieve this object.”

“You are not going to endanger me by going to this treasure hunt!” I protested. A sinking feeling of dread beginning to overcome me.

“You have no choice. We need you to take us to that burial ground.” Katnissa suddenly butted in. “You don’t have to worry. We have firepower. We will protect you.”

Her reassurance failed to convince me that we can get out of Caño Island alive. I suddenly have the nerve to call Fulvia on my cellphone. But the weird thing was I only kept getting shrill beeping sounds when I use it. What the hell did Fulvia do to my phone?

“If I agree to take you to the burial grounds, will you help me get Fulvia first?” The two eyed me suspiciously but later relented to my plan.

In a matter of minutes, I can see from the distance that we are approaching Caño Island. It was already dark but I can see some lights in the island. Maybe Fulvia is alive and is camped in one of them.

It took a few more minutes before we had enough distance to swim to the shore. “Here, take this!”, shouted Katnissa as she threw me a bag. I almost got the wind knocked out of me when I caught it. It was heavy and was made from those lightweight waterproof material. I felt around the bag and realized that there were guns inside.

I noticed Akasha feebly trying to fix himself up. But I knew he can’t come with us. “Akasha, you are in no condition to help us,” I said grimly,” We need you to stay here and keep watch. Katnissa will fire a flare gun when we are ready to leave.”

“You didn’t drag me hundreds of miles from San Juan just so I can be your security guard! I mean WTF, Bobby!”

“I’m sorry old friend. This is for your own good.”

“Let us be goingk!,” said Olga who disappeared from the yacht and came out in a yellow one piece bathing suit. Her arms had armbands that held knives and grenades. And on her waist were these strange-looking capsules clasped on her belt.

“You girls came prepared, didn’t you?” I whispered. I soon heard a splash in front of me when Katnissa was already in the water. She had also changed to the same yellow bathing suit. So sexy, I thought.

“You know how to swim, yes?” asked Katnissa. I was at the tip of the yacht when firm hands suddenly pushed me out. I can hear the two sisters laughing as I fell down the water. I was embracing our artillery bag.

I hit the water with a loud splash. I got disoriented at first. The water threatened to overwhelm me. The weight of the bag was like an anchor, but somehow I was able to push it up and kept it afloat.

“American boy, follow our lead!” cried what sounded like Olga from a distance,” if you get lost, we won’t try to find you, understood?” I only answered with a groan. I then began to swim and follow the Russian sisters. I pushed the heavy artillery bag with my chest. I looked back to see Akasha on the yacht waving me at me. “Good luck, man!” he shouted. I waved back.

So our adventure begins. I wish to God I stay alive to see the ending.

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