Crash
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The world seemed to slow as Haven rose up another sharp bank. The wind howled. The rain stung their faces. They turned to head below deck.
Joel froze.
Another giant wave broke across the cabin, flinging boulders of white, taking Joel hard in the chest. He grunted at the impact. It knocked him off his feet, slamming him into the rail and washing him over board in one smooth motion.
Anne reached for him, but she was already too late. “Joel!” she screamed. “No! Joel! No!”
The sea rolled like the scales of a giant snake and whisked Joel away. Within seconds he was gone.
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In a single strobe of lightning the mainland was there. Trees were blown at a limbo-like angle. Solid shadows zipped through the air. Jordan’s stomach moved three feet behind him as Haven descended into a deep swell. Smaller swells cajoled her one way then another. Jordan kept the boat on course, heading straight for where he thought the mainland was.
At the bottom of the surf Jordan swore he could see the seabed. A mountain of water rose before him. The engine chugged, chugged, chugged its way up the incline.
“Come on!” Jordan said, gently brushing the wheel like a lover. “Come on! You can make it! You can make it!”
A flash of lightning struck nearby, and the world was bleached white. The hair on Jordan’s body rose at the electrical discharge. The boom of thunder rattled the wheel in Jordan’s hands, but still Haven scaled the vertical wall. Haven shuddered again, this time not from thunder but from the engine as it threatened to stall. She burst through the top of the swell and landed on an even keel. The mainland loomed large. He could almost make out individual buildings.
Jordan stroked the wheel. “Good girl, good girl.”
He heard the slosh of footsteps behind him. Anne looked every bit as tired as Jordan felt. Her hair stuck up on end, and she walked in small careful steps. She tripped on their old radio. Jordan caught her. Her eyes were red and swollen.
“Joel?” Jordan said.
She shook her head and hugged him close.
Jordan felt tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry it had to end like this,” he said.
“Me too.”
The boat plunged into a gigantic swell.
“What is it you wanted to tell me before?” Anne asked. “During the party?”
“I don’t think that matters now.”
“I want to know.”
Jordan looked away. “I was going to ask if you wanted to date.”
“Don’t you want to know my answer?”
The sea and rain pummeled the small cabin.
“Anne…” Jordan said, but stopped when she put her finger to his lips.
“If we can’t do what we want at the end of the world, when can we?”
Jordan fell into Anne’s big, deep dark eyes and was consumed for what he feared would be the last time. They were so close they shared one another’s breath. Anne’s hand crept up through Jordan’s wet hair. He brushed a strand out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ears the way he liked.
Anne kissed Jordan on the cheek, eyes glittering wetly. “Happy birthday.”
The sea squeezed itself into the tiny cabin and drifted between the two figures, forcing them apart. Their hands lost one another. Anne screamed, but the sound was enveloped by the relentless storm, wind and rain. Jordan put up little resistance as he was sucked toward an empty window and tossed out to sea.
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