“You’re on channel sixteen, right?” asked Eric, as he stood by Mr. Ajo at the radio in the pilot house of the San Domino.
“Yea, yea,” responded Mr. Ajo, quickly. “The same channel they called us on earlier, I always leave it to sixteen.”
“That’s good, hopefully they aren’t too far away and can still hear us.”
The small yacht continued to flail violently in the turbulent water.
“Maybe you should try again,” said Eric.
“Yea, yea,” said Mr. Ajo, quickly. He was nervous now, the sheen of confidence wiped away. “This is Motor vessel San Domino, requesting emergency assistance!”