"Done," Arthur yelled. "I sent the inquiry. If we survive to port, they’re going in."

Miller let out a rare, jagged laugh. "Smartest thing you’ve done all trip. By the time we head back, you'll be able to set a glass of wine on the dashboard and not lose a drop."

Arthur pulled out his phone, the screen slick with mist. He typed three words that felt like a ransom payment for his sanity: .