"Watch out!" Euphie screamed, the words tearing themselves out of her throat frantically. "The bastards are moving again!" She was right. The flowers were now undulating in the air, dancing to some sort of music only they could hear. The only thing I could hear was the frenzied cursing coming from the pirates as they raised their guns yet again. The girls and I were more or less silent. We had brought the two rifles that Francis had ceded to us, but our ammunition was extremely limited. If we ran out, that would be it. Since none of us was a gun connoisseur either, we had no way to tell whether we were close to running out of bullets. The AK-47s were of more use as a club than as the weapon it had was intended to be.
Then, the flowers struck. They began making tentative little sniffing mo
