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George eased his neck in a slow roll, unsuccessfully trying to rid himself of the ache, fighting the constant threat of full-blown cramps. He checked his watch again and tried to focus on the frothy white horses below.
‘What do you reckon, Scotty?’ he called out.
‘I can’t tell you, George. Should be sighting land soon, I’d say. We’ve followed the compass exactly and the wind hasn’t been strong enough to make too much of a difference. We can’t be too far off track.’
Scotty double-checked the dashboard instruments. He tried not to dwell on the unthinkable possibility they might have completely overshot New Zealand.
‘Do you think anyone will still be waiting for us?’ George joked half-heartedly.
‘Probably not. We’re most likely being hailed a couple of fools right now.’
‘I hope the
