The two of them stood in the fishing boat's pilothouse. Evelyn Ford studied the various machines before her, diligently learning how to operate the boat. Besides logging their course, she also had to monitor the distance with binoculars. If she spotted rough waves or reefs, she had to turn around or change course immediately.
The conditions at sea were far more complex and dangerous than she had imagined. It was as if the preceding silence had just been waiting for this moment to erupt.
An hour after they set out, the temperature at sea dropped to thirty-five degrees. The sky suddenly began to hail. The light drizzle from moments ago had transformed into a torrential downpour.
On the turbulent waters, only their fishing boat drifted onward, slowly but surely.
Evelyn Ford patted Ronan Kendrick's arm. "Ronan, I'm going to go tidy up the galley and the washroom."
"Okay. Be careful."
"I know."
