“Then we land here for now.” Noah said flatly. Jamie blinked. “We’re too far away—” Noah interrupts, “We don’t have a choice.” There was a beat of silence. Then Jamie took a breath and reached for the mic. “Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Gulf Seaway 5-9,” he said, his voice tight.
“We’ve lost rudder control and are executing emergency sea landing. Coordinates—” He rattled them off, fast but clear. “Request immediate assistance. Will attempt to maintain heading using engine thrust only.”