Power to Forgive
Ben Kogan, stood on the deck of the ferry taking him to Wiccan Haus, he tried to ignore the frigid spray of sea water, smacking him in the face.. The almost constant ache from the cold in his right knee, which he injured three months ago in a blotched mission, caused him to shift his weight to elevate the pain. Only a little bit longer, and I’ll be off this fucking boat. He kept his focus on the horizon , and willed the damn fog to lift so that he could finally see where they were going.
Unable to stop himself, Ben glanced down at his wrist for the hundredth time, five minutes had passed since he last looked.. The paperwork they’d received stated the ferry would dock at exactly noon. Only fifteen minutes away. Yet, Ben didn’t even know if it was possible, since the foggy curtain didn’t move and there’d been no sign of an island anywhere..
Normally a patient man, Ben felt off balance, even a bit antsy as the ferry chugged through the choppy waters. A possible future waited for him on that island and he wanted to do everything he could to make sure when the end of the week arrived, he stepped off the island with Molly. Sweet Molly, who’d arrive on the island at some point later on today.
He forced himself to remain watchful and still. Thankfully, he happened to be an extremely well trained military man, otherwise he’d have jumped off the side of the damn boat and swam to the island. A former Navy SEAL and now a Commanding Officer in his Para Elite Unit, Ben had no fear of the ice-cold water, or what lurked in the watery depths, but he knew his bum knee would give out before the first mile.
A flash of red from out of the corner of his eye drew his ever-watchful gaze from the horizon to the woman who strode across the deck carrying two cups toward a tall, geeky looking kid. Amanda, his second in command, and friend, had found someone who she deemed needed ‘help.’ Ben watched as she handed the kid a cup, and they both took a sip. When she held her hand out and the guy, didn’t take it, Ben stepped in. Moving from his spot, he winced as his knee adjusted to the rolling ferry.
Unable to stop himself, Ben glanced down at his wrist for the hundredth time, five minutes had passed since he last looked.. The paperwork they’d received stated the ferry would dock at exactly noon. Only fifteen minutes away. Yet, Ben didn’t even know if it was possible, since the foggy curtain didn’t move and there’d been no sign of an island anywhere..
Normally a patient man, Ben felt off balance, even a bit antsy as the ferry chugged through the choppy waters. A possible future waited for him on that island and he wanted to do everything he could to make sure when the end of the week arrived, he stepped off the island with Molly. Sweet Molly, who’d arrive on the island at some point later on today.
He forced himself to remain watchful and still. Thankfully, he happened to be an extremely well trained military man, otherwise he’d have jumped off the side of the damn boat and swam to the island. A former Navy SEAL and now a Commanding Officer in his Para Elite Unit, Ben had no fear of the ice-cold water, or what lurked in the watery depths, but he knew his bum knee would give out before the first mile.
A flash of red from out of the corner of his eye drew his ever-watchful gaze from the horizon to the woman who strode across the deck carrying two cups toward a tall, geeky looking kid. Amanda, his second in command, and friend, had found someone who she deemed needed ‘help.’ Ben watched as she handed the kid a cup, and they both took a sip. When she held her hand out and the guy, didn’t take it, Ben stepped in. Moving from his spot, he winced as his knee adjusted to the rolling ferry.