“Do not touch that,” Rafe quickly says before you manage to lay your hands on the door leading below deck. On a normal day to day basis he doesn’t have much patience, and his fuse is shorter than most. But if there’s anyone who can push his buttons, it’s you.

He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, sitting beside the conked out motor towards the back of the boat. He’s been trying to start it up for 20 minutes to no avail.

They’ve broken down in the middle of the ocean to aimlessly drift in his dad’s boat. You're only here cause you needed a ride to the other side of the island and only he was going out.

Stupid man.

He’s already used the satellite phone to send for help, but considering how far out they are and that most people are busy going about their day, they have to wait a few hours. He stands up, pacing to the front of the boat with crossed arms, every couple of steps stopping to look out at the water.