He switches off our engine. The next blast is nearer, and paralyzing. I can't see him. He can't see me. He's over there.
Engines clatter away into the distance.
Twenty minutes to the breakwater. I snarl in disbelief. Roy, who has been sleeping soundly through this exercise joins us. He enquires as to our position. And at this very moment, thirty yards away the breakwater appears with an unlit light on the end.