He ran a hand through his hair. “We should call the coast guard.” Signal bars on his phone flickered—one, then none. They’d sailed beyond reliable coverage. The VHF radio below deck crackled faint static when he twisted the knob, but no voices came through.
He exhaled in frustration. They were alone, anchored in a calm area that suddenly felt too isolated. “Let’s pull the anchor and head closer to the marina,” he said, voice deliberate. “We’ll get service there and should be able to report it. Someone’ll know what to do.”