As the attack registers in everyone's brain, a quick glance at the shore reveals to true extent of your predicament. Several small boats are beginning their pursuit. Each boat seems to have about half a dozen men in it, and there are four that have left the treeline already. There seem to be about five men coming down the zipline from each shore, but more seem to appear on the ends of the rope as soon as the last clears the edge of the trees. Arround you, your companions begin to stir, and there is no time to waste, each sensing the need to take up defensive positions around the raft.
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