The skiff lurched sideways, water piling up in a swell that had no wind behind it. For one terrifying second he thought he was going over. Then the boat slammed back down, rattling, and the water was smooth again.
The shadow streaked beneath the skiff, and in an instant the world tilted. The boat lurched violently, one side lifting as if unseen hands were prying it over. Erik dropped to his knees, grabbing the side of the boat with both hands, fighting to shift his weight. Cold spray lashed his face. For a moment, he was certain he was going in.