The crash of wave and snap of sail sung to her. She found it thrilling, but she’d always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
“We’ve got to take her in, Alice,” Bill shouted, the sound of his voice barely audible with the competition from the wind and the crashing waves.
“No, not yet!” Alice called back. “Maybe it will pass.”
Bill looked at her in disbelief. “You’re dreaming,” he said. “Help me douse the sails.”
“Stop being such a pussy!” Alice yelled back. “Let’s ride it out.”
“Are you suicidal?” Bill yelled back to Alice just as a big wave came and almost knocked him out of the boat. Once he righted himself, he finished furling the mainsail and started dousing the jib. “That’s it, we’re heading in before we both perish.”
“But what a dramatic way that would be to go,” she yelled, a maniacal smile contorting her face, right before another big wave capsized the boat.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s First Line Friday prompt. Image credit: Pop Inc – CSA Images.