Chapter 8 – El Caribe
THE SKY SHOWED the first signs of sunset as Cole leaned back against the raised seat behind him. It wasn’t enough to sit down on properly, but pressing his back against it took some of the load off his feet and stabilized his footing amid the rolls. He ran at just under 20 knots until almost eight o'clock in the evening. Looking ahead, the last hints of light disappeared behind a low cloud on the horizon. He had been driving northwest since he passed the jetty and had covered only 30 miles. Land no longer visible, Cole grasped the magnitude of this run. Had it been Florida, he’d be a third of the way there, but now in the open Caribbean, he had covered only a small fraction.
Cole brought the throttles back to idle and the panga slowed. Her bow pushed one last wave a
