Belowdecks in the galley, Becca was holding on with both hands and looking at the books, the ones she’d organized, sliding back and forth on the shelves. She cringed every time the contents of a drawer clanked and clattered.
The storm raged on through the morning and past midday. Finally, the slamming of the bow into the swells subsided, and Becca made her way to the hallway outside her cabin.
Looking through the glass paneling above the cabin, she stopped to watch the storm. A ray of sunlight burst through a break in the clouds and landed on her face. She paused to feel its warmth, then it disappeared. She stayed put, holding on to the interior railing with both hands, and after a minute, another ray of light appeared. She smiled.
The storm is breaking. Dad has navigated us out of trou
