“Did you get it to start yet?” He groans, “Not yet,” I twist the key again, and only wobbling returns, “Damn it, start,” The wobbling battles again and the roaring sound of the engine comes to life, “Yes!”
“Good job Issabella, time to get out of here,” The boat moves forward, “Do you know which way Barren?” He nods, resting his head, his lower lip looks purple by this point, poor guy, the pain must travel to his head by this point,
“Yeah, just keep going,” I focus on the water in thought, I don’t know if we will make it, but I hope so. This must work. If they took them, they will all die…
“What the heck is that?” He groans away from the railing, “What? What’s wrong?” He points to the water, “There is something there, I don’t know what that is…”
I lock the steering wheel, and walk over
