into
another harbor, can one of you call and get it arranged. I will
turn us around,” Alex said glumly and began to turn the wheel. She
felt the tingle of disappointment of having to head back to land,
since she was looking forward to sailing aimlessly for a few weeks
and clearing her head.
“Shit,” Alex swore loudly when she saw the
flash of bright light. “Girls, we have a problem.”
Gabby and Sam began to check all of the
instruments and calling out what was fine, and what apparently had
been zapped by the lightening that just struck the boat.
“Satellite is out, and radio,” Gabby
called.
“We still have a course plotter, and the
navigation, although it is blinking in and out,” Sam said.
Alex held the wheel firmly as the waves began
to get larger. “Fuck a duck, we need to get out of here, this storm
came on quickly.”
The girls swore and began to do their
assigned duties on the ship when there was a storm. They lowered
the sails all the way and roped them off while they fought the
winds on the deck. Alex watched them closely, making sure she held
the course steady as the girls were on the deck. When they came
back in, they began to make sure everything in the lower cabins was
secure.
Alex saw the waves begin to get larger and
larger, she had been in plenty of storms, but this one looked as if
it was going to be a bad one. “Fuck, ladies, I think we are in a
bit of trouble,” Alex yelled.
The twins scrambled to grab the life vests
for all of them. “This came on so fast, shit, at least we are not
in port, the boat would be ruined,” Gabby said and looked out the
window at the sky. “I think we are going to need these.”
Sam looked worriedly at her sister and best
friend. “We are going to have to ride this out.”
For an hour, Alex fought the wheel until she
became exhausted, then Sam took over. They switched turns when
their arms became so tired they were cramping. Alex and Sam saw the
flaps of the sail come lose and decided to go and make sure it was
tied back down, if they lost a sail they would be screwed when the
storm stopped.
Gabby held the wheel, and called for them to
be careful.
Sam and Alex both called back, “We will.
Watch the waves and let us know.”
They had an intercom for the deck, not that
they would be able to hear it with the wind, but there was always
the possibility they would need to try. The rain hit Alex in the
face the moment she stepped out on the deck. Shit, it was like
fucking little pebbles, the rain stung when it hit. She pulled
up her slicker’s hood and made sure it was tied so it would
actually stay up. Sam did the same and then they finally stepped
out onto the open deck.
“Shit,” Sam yelled and reached out a hand to
steady herself. Yep, the wind totally sucked. She was really
getting worried about the storm. They were headed back to dock in
Florida, and they sent out the warning beacon as they were required
to. The dock master was aware they were having problems and were on
their way in.
“Sam, we have to get this tied off, the brace
looks like it is cracking,” Alex yelled and her friend nodded.
Each of them took a side and began wrapping
the rope around the large pole. Several times they had to take a
break and kneel down on the deck to catch their breath.
While they were securing the sail, they could
see other knots coming undone. Sam and Alex worked in quiet as they
fought the wind and rain that were trying to slash at them—it was
frightening.
Alex paused and turned her head; she thought
she heard Gabby yelling into the intercom. She could not see the
Captain’s Cabin, the rain and wind prevented it. Shit, there was
something wrong, she could feel it.
Sam turned and Alex saw the look of horror
come across her face as she reached for Alex just when the wave
overtook the deck—Alex and Sam with it. They were thrown to the
side, Alex felt something hit her in the shoulder, and the pain was
instantaneous. She looked around and saw Sam