It was late afternoon and Makayla was gazing uneasily out to the port side. Throughout the day, the winds had increased and so had the waves. Seas that had started out as one to two foot swells were now approaching four to six feet easily.
In the background, the National Weather Service was broadcasting a small boat advisory. Late summer storms were not unusual along the coast, she knew, and should be taken seriously. She glanced up at the mainsail, wondering if she should store it and the jib or not. Biting her lip, her gaze flickered to the dark skies moving rapidly toward them.
“I don’t like this,” Tyrell complained, coming out of the companionway where he had been securing anything that was loose. He grabbed the handrail when the sailboat tilted before rising upward on a wave. “Is th
