Chapter 10: Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!

"Careful. Step on…that's it. Okay, Wen. Hold onto me."

Wendy wobbled. The solar surfer hummed beneath her feet. Tentatively touched Jim's waist.

"Jim…" she said, shivering as wind banged against the sails. Jim had positioned the solar surfer at the edge of Pirate's Point. The tip of the board hung over the sea. Wendy looked down. Below, far, far, far below, waves tore the shore apart.

"Jim…" Wendy said as he lifted the sails. The sails buzzed, absorbing light from the setting sun. "Jim are you sure –?"

"Hey." Jim turned. The board vibrated violently beneath them. His eyes were wild with determination. "I promise. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. Trust me?"

Wendy looked once more at the ocean drop. Then, she hugged Jim's waist. "Yes. I trust you."

Jim nodded. He turned, facing the setting sun. "I trust you too, Wen. Ready?"

Wendy clenched her hands together. Her hair waved light and free in the wind. "Where are we going?"

Jim kicked the engine lever. The sails sparked and sputtered, trying to juice energy from the fading sun.

Jim glared into the sunset.

"We're going to find that son of a bitch."

BANG!

The solar surfer jerked forward and spit off the cliff. Heart left behind, Wendy clung to Jim for dear life. Here senses screamed, trying to maintain balance. But Jim's balance was exquisite, honed from years of practice and faulty test runs.

"Yes!" Jim screamed, pulling the sails and veering across the sky. "Wen! Open your eyes! Wen! Look!"

Wendy opened her eyes. She gasped. Snowflakes and sea spray, twinkling gold in the sunlight, sprinkled around them like ocean waves. Shifting her weight, Wendy stood on her own, relying only on Jim's jacket for support.

And together, they soared over the ocean and into the sun.

Until… the sun set.

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Jim eye's widened. "Shit."

"Jim?" Wendy slammed against Jim. The sails wilted and the board spun. "Jim? Jim? What's going on?"

Jim looked back. Throwing an arm around Wendy, he seized the boom.

"Recharge." he answered, holding her close.

Wendy would later learn that a solar surfer has accessory batteries, specifically designed to store energy from the solar cells to be used in nighttime flying. She would also learn that a solar surfer required a day of flying to store the necessary amount of energy.

But that information was of the lowest priority as they spiraled into the sea.