Andrew shaded his eyes and stared out across the water. At first, it didn’t seem unusual. Just another boat in the distance. Then his chest tightened. It wasn’t changing direction. “Jack… look at that.” His son turned, squinting toward the horizon. A large boat was coming straight at them. Fast. Too fast.
Andrew leaned forward. “He’s not slowing down.” The distance closed quickly. 200 yards. 150. Still no turn. Jack stood up, waving both arms. “HEY!” Nothing. 100 yards. Andrew’s pulse spiked. “This guy’s gonna hit us.” He reached for the ignition. For one brief second— nothing. Then— the engine roared to life. Andrew slammed the throttle forward.
Their smaller boat lurched ahead just as the larger vessel tore past them—close enough to feel the wake slam into their side. Jack grabbed the railing, steadying himself. “…Dad?” Andrew didn’t answer. He was still staring at the boat.
Because something about it—was very, very wrong.