God, this day was already awful – but Perry did have a feeling it was about to get worse. Christian was right, the weather needed to chill out before anyone could do anything about finding Cal. Cal was a solid sailor. But mother nature was unpredictable. Thankfully, he hadn’t headed out towards the direction of the North Sea. That sea took everyone and everything with it.

Perry fumbled with the radio again, but nothing. Thankfully, the storm was disappearing as fast as it came. It was still bad, but the horizon appeared clearer. He grabbed a telescope and looked out the backdoor. It didn’t take long for the carnage of the boat Cal was on to be seen. At least, the silhouette on the horizon.

“The boat is 8 kilometers away. C’mon,” he demanded. “We can beat the tide if we run out now.” Panic was holding Perry by the throat. Was he breathing? He didn’t know. But this was their chance. Perry fumbled putting on his raincoat as he ran out of the back door. A normal person would’ve slipped, but Perry’s natural knowledge of the land formations made him quick across the docks, rocks, and pebbles.

ELIJAH EVAN ACRES
Nov 22 '22
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