The Forget Me Not crested the wave, lost power for a second, then plunged into the valley between one wave and the next. A shudder traveled through her boat; she could feel it in her feet, in the controls, in the rattle of gear.
Forget Me NotJesus. She’d lost her steering for a second. The rudder had been out of the water, that was why. These waves were too big for the Forget Me Not.
She’d lost her steering for a second. Forget Me NotThe storm had hit. Fast, powerful, inescapable.
Another wave crashed across the bow and sent gray water rushing over the windshield. The splash and roar of it, the whine of the engine, all added to the din—as if she’d plunged at full throttle into a washing machine.
Keeping the bow pointed directly into the waves took all the strength she had. It fought he
