With the anchor secured and engine running, John slowly turned the yacht. The boat moved gently over small waves, keeping the dark shape just within sight. Catherine reached out and touched his hand on the throttle. He gave it a quick squeeze.
“We’ll head back once we’ve called for help,” he said, though part of him wasn’t sure he wanted to come back. A gull shrieked above them, startling Catherine. John nudged the throttle forward a little more.