I startled awake as dawn was breaking when Devon suddenly sat bolt upright on our sleeping platform. He turned and peered at me and Garrett. “Do you think they’ll come today?”
Fuck if I knew. We’d already discussed last night the likely speed of a Coast Guard long-range search-and-rescue boat, and how long it may or may not take to get to the island, depending on where one was located in relation to us. But who was I to rain on Devon’s morning cheer, especially after the somber months we’d all gone through after it had become apparent our raft had failed?
“Hopefully,” I replied. “I wonder if that drone will be back with us while we wait for the rescue boat?”
“Well, if it does,” said Garrett, “I hope it waits until after we’ve used the potty beach this morning. I may be used to overshari
