Tanner squinted through the blizzard trying to locate the boat. But the snow was so thick, so relentless, that it had swallowed everything in its path, including his only means of escape. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Tanner crouched on the icy ledge, the storm raging around him.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the storm began to subside. The wind lessened, the snow stopped its relentless assault. Tanner, shivering and exhausted, dared to look up, praying that the boat would emerge from the dissipating storm.