She tried again. Prepared for the wind’s forcefulness, she made it this time. A minute later, she had the rope. A second passed, then two and three.
Come on, Ciara, I thought. Come on! Then it happened. The sail went slack. The force pushing against the rudder eased. I found I could breathe again, not even sure when I stopped.
For a moment, lightning lit up the sky, but as thunder boomed, I couldn’t find Ciara. She wasn’t at the starboard railing. Panic filled me worse than the rain filled my eyes.
“Ciara! Ciara!” I yelled her name, but only the pounding rain and waves answered me.
“Ciara, where are you? Answer me!”
Wind howled in my ears, drowning out any other sound. Then it just stopped. The waves shrunk, and the rain slowed. I stood up, my eyes searching for Ciara. But she wasn’t on the Aegir.
My eyes ran over the deck again. She wasn’t there. The blood at my temples pounded. I realized the truth.
“Help me -”
Ciara was somewhere in the water. Blocked by the darkness, I couldn’t see her. But I knew I could hear her.