Outside, the ocean wasn’t exactly calm. Swells slapped at the floats and rolled beneath the plane, giving it an uneven, jerky rhythm. Each wave felt like it nudged the aircraft a degree off course. Noah muttered under his breath. “This thing wasn’t built to bob around for hours.”
Jamie frowned at the map. “At this drift rate, we’ll end up somewhere between absolutely nowhere and very absolutely nowhere.” “How long did they say again?” “Three hours, give or take.” Jamie checked his watch. “We’ve burned twenty minutes.”