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Chapter 18
The morning light filled the cabin as the
sun, still touching the eastern horizon,
brought a faint mist to the glassy surface of
a seemingly frozen ocean. The windless air
became heavy as the nearly transparent mist
grew into a think blanket of fog, obscuring
everything between the water line and deck
rail. The lack of any perceptible
surroundings, beyond the boats hull, could
easily bring one to the conclusion that it
might have been spirited away during the
night to some unearthly place. Where all
manner of craft were piloted through the
heavens. Lucas was the first to wake. He
quietly rummaged through the cookware and
found the coffee pot. It was a bit scratched
up around the bottom and blackened on one
side. But as long as it held water, coffee
would always be within easy reach. He
turned towards a cabinet, looking for an
extra mug for Julie when, upon turning
back, was startled into a gasp by her
unannounced presence.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said.
He felt his heart suddenly quicken as the
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