Wes seemed confident it would get them across the bay. And the fact that I'm ready to start bailing doesn't mean I don't trust you, Wes. She watched as he maneuvered the boat toward the mainland with practiced ease, using the sight of him struggling with the barely sputtering motor to distract her from the fact that her beloved Jeep was still behind them, possibly wrapped around a tree. If it's lucky. The storm surge hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd feared, which made her think the hurricane had decreased in intensity instead of simply veering off course. Wes was even able to find a place to steer and land the boat, though the usual docks were, for the most part, completely submerged under the water. He climbed out with enviable grace, taking a moment to tie off to a small tree before reaching out a hand to her. "Up you go." She handed him the heavy bag at her feet instead and scrambled out of the boat by herself. "I'm going to need to find someone to give me a ride out to my house to check on things." Wes peered the stand of trees in front of them.
