CHAPTER 12
Maine sat on the bluffs, able to see for seemingly ever. The first time he and Orchid had climbed to the top of the bluffs—without an angry boar snarling at their heels—he’d found the spot picturesque, calming, and beautiful.
It was still all of those things—except for calming. He’d spent hours and hours up here over the past four days, the absence of a rescue ship debilitating in a very real away.
Smoke lifted into the sky, as he and Tanner spent their time down on the sand cutting as much greenery as they could and hauling it to the top of the rocks. He had a three hundred and sixty degree view of the world here, and surely someone would be able to see the thick, white smoke as it billowed into the sky.
“Please,” he whispered, his stomach cramping. He wasn’t used to a domi
