Stephen stood tall against the sea breeze. The hood of his black windbreaker hissed at it slapped him in the face. It kept the rain out of his eyes, though, so that was something. Better than nothing, he thought casually. He had set the boat on autopilot so that he could watch as the three-story cruise came upon him. Just as they were within range, he ran down to the cabin, cut the engine, and turned the wheel to avoid a collision. The first time that he'd attempted this maneuver, it had been close, and it had scared him half to death. Now though, he had it pretty much down to a science.
When Ethan saw it though, he nearly shit his pants. Looking down from the sea cruiser, he could easily imagine the smaller boat exploding into a million pieces. It was enough to make him doubt his decision to enlist the services of Stephen.
