Once Kylie was out of sight, Stephen scurried down to the lower deck to release Ethan. The door popped open, and there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed and giving him the evil eye. "The storm settled hours ago," he shouted. "What made you think that you could just keep me locked up? And why isn't the motor running? Is there something wrong with the boat?"
"Calm down," Stephen sighed. "Kylie and I slept through the storm, so we didn't wake you up when it ended. Then, when we finally did wake up, we thought that you were still sleeping. The motor isn't running because, while the storm ran its course, it pushed us all the way to Seattle. In the morning, all I had to do was throw a rope over a post and pull us in."
Ethan thought about that for a moment. It seemed reasonable; there was still one question that he hadn't asked. "Where's Kylie?" he wondered.
