DAY 17. AT SEA. AFTERNOON.
At first Martin thought he had imagined it. Peter was there, and in the next second he wasn’t. No one else had noticed. People were still talking, laughing, swimming, sitting in the spa sipping cocktails. Martin leaned over the railing and at first saw nothing but white caps and gentle waves lapping the side of the ship. Then…something bobbing in the water. Peter’s shirt ballooning around him and Peter’s head rising above then disappearing beneath the waves. The ship had left him behind.
Martin screamed Man Overboard and threw an orange circular lifebuoy in Peter’s direction, although he was by now too far behind to catch it. Man Overboard Martin screamed again, alerting the lifeguard on duty at the pool. Then he pulled another lifebuoy around his waist and jum
