Elias scanned the black water below, foam churning where the freighter’s hull met the rocks. The thought made his stomach twist—jumping into that chaos with Callen injured could mean drowning before help ever came. But staying aboard meant certain death. The ship was collapsing beneath them.
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the deck in stark white. Elias gripped Callen tighter. “We may have to jump,” he shouted over the storm. His voice cracked, the decision tearing at him. Could he keep them both afloat long enough in seas like this?