![]() ![]() I cranked the door's latch to bolt it tight. ![]() The water definitely wanted me to let it in. I found the floor and shoved the deckhouse hatch shut. We tilted over so far I fell against the wall while our port side slapped the churning sea.īut The Lost righted itself instead, the ship tossing and bucking like a very angry beached whale. Suddenly, a giant sledgehammer of salt water slammed into our starboard side and sent the ship tipping wildly to the left. Tommy had already headed down to the engine room to help with the bilge pumps. When I reached the deckhouse, I grabbed onto a handhold and swung myself around and through the door. He gave me a gentle shove to propel me up the tilting deck. "You can help me more by staying alive and not letting The Lost go under. "Time to head downstairs, Bick!" my dad shouted in the raging storm as rain slashed across his face. I might've gone overboard if my dad hadn't reached down and grabbed me a half second before I became shark bait. I slid across the slick deck like a hockey puck on ice. Just then, a monster wave lurched over the starboard side of the ship and swept me off my feet. Tommy grabbed hold of whatever he could to steady himself and made his way down into the deckhouse cabin. He looped a bungee cord through the wheel's wooden spokes to keep us headed in that direction. Tommy yanked the wheel hard and pointed our bow downwind. ![]()
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