Chapter 43: The Worst Night

By nine o'clock Saturday night, the storm the almanac had promised finally arrived in full, and Kelder's Bight's harbor authority issued the kind of blanket advisory that hadn't been called in a decade — every vessel ordered to safe harbor, the marina's floating docks pitching hard enough against their pilings that Nora could feel the deck moving under her boots even tied up at the pier, wind gust...