24
Later that night, Makayla sat at the table in the cabin. She was calculating the distance they had traveled. The storm had actually helped a little. They were almost to Miami. They should reach the Keys by sometime late tomorrow afternoon.
Tonight there was a little more of a breeze. She set the autopilot again, checking on it every half hour or so before relaxing down in the cabin. If she were to admit it, she was tired and sore. By the end of this journey, her arms were going to be in great shape if she kept getting a work out the way she had so far.
Makayla looked across the table at where Tyrell was on his phone. Shaking her head, she glanced at her phone when a text message popped up. She bit her lip and ignored it, returning her gaze to the chart in front of her.
“Are you goin
