Andrew didn’t waste a second. He pushed the throttle forward. Their boat surged ahead, cutting through the water. Jack kept his eyes on the GPS. “Straight ahead… keep going.” The ocean stretched endlessly in every direction. No landmarks. No reference points. Just open water. Andrew tightened his grip on the wheel. “How far?”
Jack squinted at the screen. “Less than a mile.” It didn’t sound like much. Out here— it was everything. Every second mattered. Andrew pushed harder. The engine roared louder. Spray hit their faces as they picked up speed. Jack glanced up, scanning the horizon. Nothing. No movement. No sign of anyone. His voice dropped slightly.
“…If he’s still out here…” Andrew didn’t let him finish. “He is.” Jack nodded, but didn’t look convinced. The boat raced forward. Closer. The GPS marker blinked again. They were almost there. Andrew eased off the throttle. The engine softened. Jack leaned forward. “This is it…”
Andrew cut the engine. Silence fell over them. They looked out across the water— and saw nothing. Where could he be?