I’m grasping the rail with white knuckles and leaning over, scanning the dark sea frantically. The ship’s crew is out on a small boat searching the water, and Jake has dived in and swum back twice. I’m hysterical that he’s this drunk yet swimming to find his friend in an almost pitch-black ocean. Watching the water with fear gripping my throat, I hold my breath with every dive he takes, willing them to find Daniel so that Jake will get out of the water. I’ve never been so terrified ...