Chapter 307 Help!

• Tyler stood at the railing of THE BUTCH looking into the distance. The superyacht's deck was still slick with seawater from his recent ordeal.
• The Pacific stretched endlessly, mocking his progress toward Wings Island. His eyes scanned the remaining escort ships. The number was now reduced to eight destroyers and frigates. They flanked the yacht in a tight V-formation.
• Tyler's mind lingered on Amelia. Her final kiss in the dream, and her sacrifice in reality, was a weight that pressed on him like an anchor. "Little Amelia deserved better," he muttered to himself.