Chapter 3Rob
Sheltering his eyes from the sun's reflection on the surf, Rob studied their destination. The day was glorious, with a soft breeze and small clouds flying lazily on the deep, light-blue sky. Yet it was hard to enjoy when they were rushing toward their own demise at dazzling speed.
“Hey, Dad, don't you think we're too close to land?” he yelled toward the bridge of the boat when the knot in his stomach became unbearable.
His father didn't answer but maneuvered the boat and dropped anchor.
“How many times have we been in Sand City?” the old man asked, after climbing down from the bridge, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
“Many.”
“And you are still afraid? Haven't you studied the charts?”
Rob reined back his temper. This side of the tongue of sand dropped fast into deep waters,
