Chapter 22: A Rumble in the DistanceTHEY SAT ACROSS from each other, neither having made it into the raft entirely dry. What little supplies they’d grabbed would last for a few days if they were careful and rationed the water. Cole’s legs were soaked from his thighs on down, and Tony wasn’t in much better shape. The Mary Emmalene had gone down quickly. Cole reasoned that even without a hole punched in her bow from the rocket, the engine never would have made it back to Newfoundland after the beating it had taken. But, as he played games in his head, he thought that the boat would have been a far better choice than an old life raft to weather the North Atlantic.
The same persistent low fog still hung over them as the afternoon wore on. Tony was quiet for most of it, shivering as he sat and
