All three
headed down the dock and climbed up a gangplank to a large red and white hydrofoil gently rocking with the current. A few late-night travelers hurried on with brightly wrapped packages, including one man carrying a briefcase. When the last passenger boarded, a loud horn blew.
As the boat pulled out of the harbor, Tom and Sarah watched Gowerstone’s faint silhouette disappear in the mist. His help and kindness would never be forgotten.
The boat chugged along, picking up speed as it headed to the Port de Calais, France. The weather was rough as a storm brewed in the distance.
