As Sam watched her try to sprint on
weary legs, the trail collapsed. Dirt, rocks, and the woman plummeted
into the water. Glancing at his chart, then at the GPS, he knew
that she might have fallen into the current
Sam took a deep slow breath, and flipped
off his hat, angry that this was happening to him. Harry barked
in earnest now. Meaning to take a better look, Sam once again
came about, heading back down into Devil’s Gate. On a broad
reach the boat shot ahead, requiring that he completely luff the
main. He had seconds to decide. The wind was still increasing
and driving the black clouds overhead.
Always things went wrong in multiples.
With the mainsail flapping he knew
he was about to attempt a nearly hopeless rescue. It would be
a regression into his old life—a life he had forsaken.
He punched a button to furl the main
inside the mast. Incredibly, the sail bound and it stuck.