Jamie gave a shaky laugh. “No worries. I’ve got a good feeling.” Neither of them noticed the flicker of movement far on the horizon—two black specks against the shimmering blue. The seaplane drifted gently across the surface of the sea, its engines idling just enough to keep the nose pointed east.
Inside the cockpit, Jamie fiddled with the GPS, trying to calculate how far the currents might carry them before help arrived. The cabin was quiet except for the occasional creak of metal and the soft buzz of the radios.