Go they could. Once they were all in and with the the others' help, Jack lowered the smaller boat down to the pitching waters beneath. He set himself up at the oars, and with skilled strokes brought them right up to the cave's forbidding mouth.

From somewhere inside the dripping wet formation, eyes were watching them. Tentacles were signaling. A resistance force was amassing.

"Might want to go first, Muldy," Jack whispered. The lawman probably had the most experience with this type of thing, for all he knew.