The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time, like my insides were an open can of shaken soda and I was trying to keep it from bubbling up out of the top.
Against reason, I thought that the next swell would be it: another rogue wave would roll me again...At that moment, a noise from above caught my attention. And I looked up just in time to see a gigantic white airplane fly by.
But the more times she missed, the faster she'd be traveling when she finally slammed into the mast. And it wasn't if she hit the mast; it was when. At that point, Abby would be either severely injured or dead.