Tyrell stood back for several minutes, watching as Makayla swung the helm around. His fingers twitched and he reached for the camera he had wrapped around his neck. Focusing on the early morning light and the way it was caressing her skin, he snapped several shots before moving to a different angle.
Last night, or he should say early this morning, he had uploaded the pictures he had taken into his phone. When he realized that he had a cell phone signal, he had done two things: texted his grandmother to let her know what he was doing and started working the project Mrs. Moore had assigned them.
His first idea had been to just post pictures of the voyage onto the various Social Media sites, but that idea grew the more he thought about it. He could do live video sections, tweets, reflective
