I looked toward the bay.
The horizon was nearly empty.
Daniel hurried over.
“What did they say?”
Before I answered, the attendant lowered the radio.
A worried crease appeared on his forehead.
“I can’t raise them.”
Suddenly, every sound around me seemed to disappear.
Daniel stared at him.
“What do you mean you can’t raise them?”
The attendant glanced at the radio.
“They should have checked in by now.”
He pressed the button again.
“Sunset run, this is Dock One. Come in.”
Nothing.
Only static.
Daniel’s voice hardened.
“Call someone else.”
“I’m trying, sir.”
Another employee rushed over.
They exchanged worried looks before one disappeared toward the main office.
I walked toward the shoreline.
The ocean had changed completely.
The golden water from my photo less than an hour earlier had turned deep blue.
Small waves rolled onto the sand.
The horizon was empty.
No banana boat.
No speedboat.
No orange life jackets.
Nothing.
“They have to be out there.”
I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Daniel or myself.
He wrapped his arm around me.
“We’ll find them.”
“They’re probably stranded.”
I nodded.
I wanted desperately to believe that.
Ten more minutes passed.
Still nothing.
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