With a desperate heave, he wrenched the drone level again. Its lights flashed erratically as it hovered against the dark skies. Jonathan let out a shaky breath. That was too close. But he couldn’t quit now. The perfect shot was still out there somewhere.
Peering through the camera feed, he scoured the churning seas. Towering waves smashed against the rocks, spraying mist high into the air. It was treacherous, but breathtaking. Jonathan swallowed hard. Maybe he shouldn’t have come alone. Doubt crept in as the drone wavered unsteadily. Had he put himself at risk again too soon?