Page 77 of Depths of Destruction

"We won't have enough fuel to get back to the islands of Honduras," he yells.

My chest tightens. "What are we going to do?"

He points to the cabin. I crawl back in. He follows me and opens his backpack.

"What are you doing?"

He removes a can of spray cheese and a box of crackers he grabbed from Darien's kitchen and opens them. "Time for breakfast. We can't do anything with this storm right now."

"Is it going to be bad again?"

"The radar didn't look as bad." He leans against the wall, pulls me into his arms, then sprays cheese on a cracker, and holds it to my mouth. "Open up for your five-star meal."

"Ha. Funny."

We eat in silence for a few moments.

"What are we going to do?" I ask.

"When the rain stops, we need to figure out where we are and find somewhere to dock. Will you be recognized in Honduras?"

"I shouldn't be."

"Okay, good. We'll look in all the cubbyholes to see if Darien left any money on the boat. I have some cash we can convert, but whatever we can find will help."

The rain comes down harder and the boat rocks from side to side.

Andre tugs me tighter to him, and for the next few hours, we ride out the storm.

When the rain stops and the sun shines through the clouds, we go outside.

The water is a mix of turquoise and other blues. About a thousand feet away is a beach. Boulders break up the sand that stretches for miles.

Andre points. "That's our access point."

"Where are we?"

He glances at the navigation screen. "I'm not sure, but my guess is around Tela." He points to the right. "That looks like a resort. I don’t think we will find a better spot than this."

"Okay."

He opens the back bench. "Yes!" He pumps his fist in the air and pulls out an inflatable kayak, paddle, and electric air pump. "Grab the life vests in the cabin, Naomi, and pull out all the waterproof bags from the zippered pocket of my backpack. We need to sort through the bags and take essentials only."

I go inside and start sorting through food, water, and clothes. The sound of the air pump rings in my ears. I put my bikini on. When I go back out, the kayak is halfway filled. I set two plastic bags and Andre's backpack on the passenger seat then open the bag with my shoes and add his boots. "Here." I hand him his shorts then reach back inside the cabin for the life vests.

"Some of the food won't fit in the bags. I sorted it in groups of macros."

He grins. "Smart girl. See, I told you that you have mad jungle skills."

"Ha!"

"Open up what's not packed, and we'll eat some more before we go."

There's a pouch of tuna and the leftover crackers from earlier.

Ugh. I left that one for a reason.

Take it outside.