“You the guys who sent up the flare?” a man asked, leaning over the railing.
“No, it was another boat in distress,” Tyler muttered before acknowledging it had been them.
From there, things went as they’d prayed they would. A lifeboat holding two crew members was lowered from the rear of the yacht. It pulled around beside the rowboat, and one of the men tossed Neil a rope which he tied off on one of the oarlocks.
Tyler told the men about Jake’s wounds, although not how they’d happened. The men were able to lift him into the lifeboat. It was hauled up to the foredeck, and when Jake was taken out, it was lowered again so that Tyler and Neil, with their backpacks, could be brought up as well.
“Good afternoon,” a man in whites said as soon as they stepped aboard. He introduced himself as Ca
