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We’re still riding hills of waves, smaller now but no less deadly.
I fight to keep my eyes open through the lightning flashing through the windows.
If these are my last moments alive, I want to be present, even if it’s just with my dog and the man who saved me.
Waves wash over the side of the yacht. I hope no one ever stepped out, because there’s no way they’d survive being washed overboard.
It’s raw. Violent. Impossible to believe, considering how the sea was so calm barely an hour ago.
Now, it’s a chore to remember what daylight looks like, or how it feels to not be afraid.
I don’t want to drown.
I almost regret downplaying everything during the last call to Dad and Eliza, but there was no good reason to have them sharing my misery.
It’s all on the line now.
If we go down here, we’ll disappear in the ocean. One more mystery lost at sea, a footnote of human interest.
Another wave crashes across the deck, slamming the windows. The silence in the cabin disappears in the growling rush.
Yep. We’re climbing another relentless wave taller than most buildings.
Have I mentioned I don’t want to drown?
As we crest with Shepherd and Juan fighting, Molly whining, the door to the stairs outside blows open.
Water streams in, so frigid it’s like knives sliding across my skin.
Shepherd spares me another glance.
“Hold on tight. We’re moving now,” he tells me, voice strained and knuckles white from his grip.
“Starboard!” Juan yells, turning the wheel.
The yacht sways like a dazed dragon, groaning in protest, and I’m sure this is going to be it as another wave picks us up like we’re a paper plane.
This one feels endless, almost as bad as the last one that knocked me out.
When we reach the top, we’re nearly vertical again.
I hug Molly as tight as I can.
I know from the stress building in my stomach what’s coming next and I try to brace myself.
Our descent is too swift, too furious, and the ship plunges back into the murky waters like a bad carnival ride.
The impact throws me forward until I lose my grip on poor Molly.
So much water billows in through the open cabin door.
A quick, angry wave grabs me, pulls me, freezes my fingers, dragging me toward the door.
“No, no!”
Before I can finish screaming, we’re moving over hills of water again. The ship tilts and the flood that came in starts spilling back out—only this time, it has me by the ankles, and it’s taking me with it.
I can’t breathe.
