The Jet Ski pulls up on the gravel and stone covered shore with the wind and rain whipping around them in a frenzy.

It seems almost angry and Steve looks up to the black clouds overhead thinking: Anthropomorphism! Before looking back down to focus on the task at hand. The waves were high and ferocious as they crossed the narrow channel between the two shorelines, but welcoming compared to the flood of bodies they left behind.

It’s still way before even mid-day but the clouds are so heavy they block out almost all of the light. Steve straddled the seat with Dylan sitting in front of him with his grip tight on the handle bars. The short journey felt like a hundred miles as they rode up waves and avoided swells in the ocean that could swallow them whole in an instant.