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Tyrell frowned and looked around. He swallowed over the fear threatening to choke him. While they had been talking and studying the stars, he hadn’t thought about just how dark and isolated they were. Now, he shivered and wrapped his arms around his waist, staring out at the dark seas.
The wind had picked up a little while ago and Makayla had shown him how to work the winch for the jib and the sail. He listened as the large sail flapped as the wind caught, before dying down again.
He quietly retrieved the red light that Makayla had laid on the table. Picking up the manual for the camera, he played with some of the settings that he had changed earlier before the sun faded over the horizon. Sitting down on the bench seat positioned in front of the helm, he turned the camera on and bega
