Fatal Impact (Chapter 22)

 
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Atlantic Ocean Christopher Gilbert was already growing irritated with his choice of escape routes. This is no way for a real man to face an adversary, he thought. It was silly. He sat off the coast of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, drifting aimlessly.

Though it had only been a week, he missed talking to his daughter. He missed Jenny, too, though he was sure she did not give him a second thought after he walked out the door that last night. He even missed his dingy little apartment. In short, he was in serious trouble.

The sailboat was surprisingly nice, however. It was his own little slice of heaven. The deadly quiet and serenity were a Godsend to his troubled mind. The only sounds, other than his own breathing, were the gentle lap of waves against the fiberglass hull of the boat and the flapping of seagull wings. The latter were becoming a nuisance. They came in bunches to visit the stranger on the water, swooped down to get a better look and squealed for a scrap of food.

After spending a long morning on deck trying to decide if the darkening haze on the horizon was, in fact, an impending storm, he opened his first beer. The cooler was stowed down in the cabin and out of the sun to preserve the supply of dwindling ice. If a storm did blow in, he really was not that far from land. With enough time, he could easily angle the bow westward and pull in the jib. With a little luck, he would be able to make landfall in an hour or so.

 
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