From Keeper of the Sword

Chapter seven: A Moment of Courage
The voices above Josh and Morgan became no more than a murmur, as they stumbled along the narrow corridor, lit by the dim candle lantrn, held high in the hand of the man behind them. Josh stuffed his shaking hands into the pockets of his jeans and slowed down. His young mind was in overdrive with plans for escape.

He fumbled around in his pockets looking for anything to use as a weapon. The fingers of his right hand came in contact with the old lighter and he caressed it for a moment. He wondered, “Will this do,” and started to ease it out of his pocket.

It wasn’t very heavy but perhaps if he could swing it hard enough it might stun their captor. Then all it would take was a mad dash back down the corridor, up the stairs, across the deck and then over the side. It would be a long cold swim to shore but both he and Morgan had swum longer distances before.

A deep, cold voice from behind them, intruded into his plans, “Stop right here.”