“I gotta call this into the Coast Guard. Someone drop the anchor.” “Coast Guard?” says Novy with a raised brow. “What—like we need a rescue or something?” “Well, we’re stranded in a dead boat,” Rob replies. “And the swells out here are only getting bigger. There’s a storm moving in. We either need maintenance or a tug. Sharpish. Now, drop the anchor, while I call us in. If they’re gonna come looking for us, we better be in the right spot…unless you all wanna be lost at sea?” We can’t lower that damn anchor fast enough.
