Andrew felt it immediately. Time just ran out. “If that thing keeps going—” Jack didn’t let him finish. “It’s heading straight for shore.” Andrew nodded. Even from here, he could picture it. Swimmers. People in the water. No one expecting a full-speed boat with no one at the wheel. He pushed the throttle harder.
“We’re not letting it get that far.” They pulled alongside again. Close—but not too close. The larger boat rocked slightly, its wake pushing against them. Andrew adjusted carefully. “One wrong hit and we’re the ones going under,” he muttered. Jack didn’t take his eyes off the cabin. “What if someone’s inside?”
Andrew shook his head. “Then they would’ve come up by now.” Jack blasted the horn again. Nothing. No movement. No reaction. Just that same steady engine hum. Jack lowered the horn slowly. “…That’s not normal.” Andrew exhaled. Then made the call. “We’re getting on it.” Jack turned sharply. “While it’s moving?”
Andrew didn’t look away. “If we don’t… it’s not just us at risk anymore.”