'Thank goodness these two kids came to help,' Mai Mingle thought.
At eighty-six years old, this was her first time acting as part of a sea search and rescue team, and she had to admit she'd underestimated the task. This wasn't a job one person could handle alone. With two helpers, everything was indeed much more manageable and convenient—for example, with Hai Luwei piloting the boat, she and Emily could each wield a powerful flashlight and focus on scanning the ocean surface in sweeping circles.
The flashlights were high-powered outdoor models Mai Mingle had bought specially. When switched on, they were like spotlights—dazzling white beams pierced the distant night, carving out wet, bright, empty circles on the dark, choppy waves.
However, wherever they looked, there were only waves.
