He set the rope coil down on the bench and bent to check the fuel in the outboard motor. That was when he felt the first drops of rain, cool against his neck. Within minutes, the drizzle grew heavier, pattering on the wood of the boat, turning the rocks slick beneath his boots. Elias glanced up at the sky, cursing under his breath.
The weather was turning fast, and with it, the climb he had imagined was no longer a simple risk, it was outright dangerous. But the thought of the figure waving from the deck anchored him. He couldn’t let the rain stop him now. Whoever was out there might not survive another day if nobody acted.