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Bolan intended to sink the rowboat. Holding the two-handed sword like a spear he bent his legs and pushed off hard against the ocean floor. He erupted upward and arrowed for the bottom of the rowboat.

As Bolan closed in, he rammed the sword upward with all of his strength. The blade punched through the thin wood. Bolan inverted himself, putting both feet against the bottom for leverage, and wrenched the blade sideways. The aged planking cracked and split.

Yaqoob was leaning over the side and stabbing at Bolan with his own blade. The Executioner roared with effort and ripped the ancient Damascus steel free. The effort drove Bolan down into the depths as the spade harpooned for him. Bolan heard the crack as the keel snapped under human weight.

Daylight drew a ragged incandescent line across the perforated bottom of the rowboat as its spine broke.