"Hurry up and clear it!" Chester snapped.
One of the men crouched at the stern and reached into the water. A few seconds later, he hauled up a tangled mess of debris.
"Fuck, the water's full of trash." He tossed the dripping mess aside. "The propeller got wrapped up in it. We'll need to clean it out."
Chester looked toward Wendy's direction.
The black speedboat had already gotten much farther away, reduced to a tiny silhouette in the distance.
Grinding his teeth, he barked, "Move faster!"
The men hurried to untangle the propeller together.
"Hey, Chester… I don't think it's working." The man operating the boat was drenched in sweat. "The blades look bent too. That hit just now wasn't light."
Chsester's expression darkened.
He looked once more toward the direction Wendy had disappeared, then down at their crippled speedboat, rage boiling inside him.
"Fuck!" He slammed his fist against the railing.
