“Carl and the fisherman were the only ones that knew how to drive a boat, it seems,” James muttered.
Noah furrowed one eyebrow. “Who’s the fisherman?”
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s hit the throttle and drive it northeast till we hit land. What’s the worst that can happen?”
James and Lexi took shifts driving the boat over the next two days. Violent waves crashed into the vessel hard.
Noah grunted in a bunk bed behind them.
James sat uneasy in the chair beside Lexi. He knew Noah was in pain, but there wasn’t much he could do. If only the sea wasn’t so rambunctious. Sometimes the boat felt as though the water would rip it in half at any moment. He stood over Noah’s bunk. “How're you doing buddy?”
“I’ve seen better days,” Noah groaned, his eyes low.
“Don’t forget, there’ll be a good doctor at
