On the side of the boat were deep indents that created a ladder of sorts that I used to pull myself up, handhold by agonizing handhold. My hip bumped into one of the bright orange fishing balls that hung off the side, swaying with each wave that rocked the boat.Finally, I flipped over the railing, landing in a rather undignified heap, limbs akimbo. The key was in a death grip in my right hand and it was hard to loosen my frozen fingers. Shaking from the cold water, and now seemingly colder night air, I fumbled with the ignition on the boat. A screech rent the air and my head snapped up to see Jessica and Sebastian at the edge of the dock, hands locked as he kept her from attacking him.I turned the key and the engine rumbled smoothly to life. “Thank you, God,” I breathed. Knowing that steering would be tricky, I manoeuvred slowly towards the docks, flicking through all the buttons, trying to find the lights. If I could shine them on the dock, I could see how the fight was progressing.
