Peter gripped the wheel with both hands and felt the boat lurch back and forth beneath him. Salt water splashed across the deck, drenching him to the bone, every drop a cold reminder of the power of the sea. The taste of salt lingered on his lips, and the chilly wind cut through his clothes and sent shivers down his spine.
With each pounding wave, Peter’s resolve grew stronger. “This is the adventure I’ve been looking for,” he muttered to himself, though a flicker of fear danced through his head. His heart pounded to the rhythm of the incessant onslaught of sea holly against his face and the deafening roar of the wind in his ears. As scared as he felt, he was determined to keep going. Giving up was not an option now.