First message
The storm clears at last, leaving an eerie silence. The boat sustained a lot of damage & I know we are lucky to be alive. I hit the console—nothing but sparks & a dead cough from the engine. I pry open a hatch & curse, the engine is flooded. I try the radio. Mayday, mayday! Static. You check your phone—no signal. Just ocean, everywhere. I scan the horizon, jaw tight. We’re way off course. I look at you. It looks like we’re stranded, I let out a long sigh. & no one knows where we are.