“What is our biggest concern?” Lacey asks carefully.
“Ten miles in front of us is an island. It doesn’t have a name, it’s just a blip on the map. Could just be an atoll with some sand or maybe not even that. But it is land and there is a reef around it and in about a half hour, we’re going to collide right into it.”
Lacey’s mouth drops open.
“So what do we do?” Daisy asks.
“What do we do?” I repeat.
“Yes. We have to prepare ourselves for the collision. So run us through the scenarios. Tell us what you think will happen, step-by-step, so we know how not to die.”
Huh. Guess she’s on top of things now.
I nod at her and then pop my head up into the cockpit and tell Richard to come back inside.
“What about keeping watch?” he asks.
“You can stay down here and keep watch,” I tell him, pointing at the navigation table. “I want us all to be in earshot of the oh shit plan while I try to fix the steering.”
With Richard at the table watching the radar, and Daisy and Lacey watching me, I lift up the stairs and access the engine. I know when I first got the boat it had no autopilot, so I had a friend install one. The fucker was cheap but it never worked quite right, so I’m wondering if it was fucked to begin with.
There are some wires. What to do with them, I don’t know. I’ve hotwired a car before and this is nothing like that.
“So, the plan?” Lacey says, finding her voice.
Right.
“Let’s do worst-case scenario first,” I say, poking through the wires. “Run the simulation. That would be that we hit a rock far from shore. Something small enough that doesn’t come up on radar. The start of a reef. Something like that. It breaks through the hull, more like rips through it at the speed we’re going, and we quickly take on water. We have to abandon ship. We grab what we can—the satellite phone, water, high caloric foods, medicine, whatever. We get all of that, then we deploy the life raft and get in. And hope that the waves don’t capsize us, hope that the wind takes us to land and not away from it. The boat sinks to the bottom of the South Pacific.”
I have the deepest, coldest chill as I’m speaking these words. It’s hard to believe this is most likely our reality. There seems to be a disconnect with my brain, maybe out of protection.
“And then what happens if we’re lost at sea?” Daisy asks, her lip quivering.
I shake my head and get back to figuring out the wires, though I know it’s no use. “No point entertaining it. But how about we go through the best-case scenario? That would be that the wind pushes us in through a natural opening into the island. No reef. We run aground, preferably on a sandy beach with minimal damage to the boat. With any luck there’s a resort on the island. You girls can have a mini vacation while Richard and I and the locals get the boat back in the water. Then, when the weather clears, we continue sailing to Suva, which is only twenty-four hours away. Lacey and Richard would miss some work, but it’s not the end of the world.”
“I like this scenario best,” Lacey says.
“We all do. But that’s not the one we should prepare for.” I pause, remembering what Daisy once told me. “Expect the worst but hope for the best.”
“We’re eight miles out,” Richard announces.
I sigh and lean against the engine cover, closing my eyes.
Time to expect the worst.
“Okay,” I say, shutting the compartment. I turn around to face them. “I’m not going to be able to fix this in the little time we have left. Lacey, Daisy, go grab a small bag, and Daisy, I mean small, okay, and fill it with whatever necessities you need for a week at sea. Medication, sunscreen, hats, more sunscreen, toothpaste, clothing to protect you from the sun, a deck of cards, stuff that can get wet and survive. Lacey, do the same for Richard.”
Both sisters are staring at me with fraught eyes.
“Go, now,” I tell them.
Suddenly, they scamper apart, Lacey heading past me to the back cabin, Daisy running to the front.
I look at Richard. “Keep an eye on the radar and gather charts and emergency equipment. The satellite phone. Put the portable radio in a waterproof bag. Take the first aid kit. And tell me when we’re five miles out. I’ll put in the distress call.” I open up the fridge. “I’ll be in charge of food and water and I’ll get the life raft ready.”
Richard swallows hard and then nods. “Aye, aye Captain Wakefield.”
“Richard.”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t start with that right now.”