Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

the single breath it allowed me every few seconds
wasn’t enough. My lungs hurt, and I began to feel lightheaded.
Someone tugged at my shirt. Come up. I pulled
myself slowly up the ladder, and then Bronwyn, Emma
and I broke the surface just enough to breathe and
talk while Millard stayed safe a few feet below, the
tube all to himself.
We spoke in whispers and kept our eyes on the
lighthouse.
“We can’t stay here,” Emma said. “Millard will bleed
to death.”
“It could take twenty minutes to get him back to
shore,” I said. “He could just as easily die on the way.”
“I don’t know what else to do!”
“The lighthouse is close,” Bronwyn said. “We’ll take
him there.”
“Then Golan will make us all bleed to death!” I said.
“No, he won’t,” replied Bronwyn.
“Why not? Are you bullet-proof?”
“Maybe,” Bronwyn replied mysteriously, then took a
breath and disappeared down the ladder.
“What’s she talking about?” I said.
Emma looked worried. “I haven’t a clue. But
whatever it is, she’d better hurry.” I looked down to
see what Bronwyn was doing but instead caught a
glimpse of Millard on the ladder below us, surrounded
by curious flashlight fish. Then I felt the hull vibrate
against my feet, and a moment later Bronwyn
surfaced holding a rectangular piece of metal about
six feet by four, with a riveted round hole in the top.
She had wrenched the cargo hold’s door from its
hinges.
“And what are you going to do with that?” Emma
said.
“Go to the lighthouse,” she replied. Then she stood
up and held the door in front of her.