“Something’s wrong,” Elias said, voice cracking. Henrik didn’t argue. He increased the throttle, pushing the engine hard despite the risk. Every hour mattered now. The coastline finally appeared through thinning fog, and they radioed ahead to the depot, alerting the marine station.
By the time they docked, a stretcher team was already waiting on the pier. Elias passed the cub to them like porcelain, his hands reluctant to let go. “She’s fading,” he said. “Please.” “We’ve got her,” one of the techs assured him. “Go warm up. We’ll update you.”