Noah considered that. “Too risky in these swells. If we lose engine power while we’re floating, we’re helpless.” Jamie reappeared in the cockpit, brushing dust off his coveralls. “So we wait?” Noah didn’t answer right away.
He looked at the navigation display, then at the waves, then at the silent radio. “We wait. But we plan something in case—” His voice cut off. He leaned forward, eyes squinting through the front window. Jamie followed his gaze. “Jamie. Three o’clock.”