The plane groaned as another wave slammed into its side. Noah winced. “We don’t have three hours of this. Something gives, we’ll start taking on water.” “We could try stabilizing the drift,” Jamie offered, “if we can nudge the rudder free.
Maybe steer a bit more east and get closer to shipping lanes.” Noah raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s stuck, not broken?” Jamie stood and stepped toward the rear maintenance hatch. “Only one way to find out.” He climbed down to the narrow service access, crawling halfway to the back while Noah kept watch.