Jack had just finished closing all the windows. He sat down on his bed not really knowing what to do. He thought his dad and Lucas would have been home by now, maybe they stopped in at Noah's or the diner. He knew they weren't stupid enough to stay out on the water in weather like this. He'd give his dad a call soon and see where they were.
Jack lay back on his bed and his eyes fell on the small package on his bedside drawer, making his thoughts go straight back to Martha again. He was curious as to what was wrapped up inside.
He had known the decision he made about staying away from her was going to be hard, but not this hard. The anger that he had felt towards her yesterday was quickly disappearing.
When he ran into her outside Noah's before, he had seen the hurt in her eyes and knew he was the cause of it. It had made him feel bad, so he decided to try and make some sort of apology. But all of a sudden the hurt he saw in her eyes was replaced by anger and she had pushed passed him and walked off. He wanted to go after her, but then thought it would be best not too.
He stood up and reached over to pick up the small round package. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He slowly started to peel away the wrapping; he smiled when he saw what it was. It was an 8 ball, a reminder of their pool game that had ended with Martha doing a nudie run. He laughed at that memory, it was a good one.
He gently placed the ball down on his bedside drawer and lay back down on his bed. He decided that tomorrow he would talk to Martha; he just hoped she would listen.
Jack walked out to the kitchen, it was 6:30 pm and he still hadn't heard from his father. He picked up his phone and tried both his dad's number and Luc's number but both phones were switched off. Jack all of a sudden got a bad feeling in his stomach. Grabbing his jacket and car keys, he decided to go and check Noah's and the diner to see if they were there.
Martha lay on the couch; she had just woken up from a small nap. She was surprised to see that it was almost 7:00 pm. Wonder if granddad's home, she thought. "Grandad. Are you home?" she called out. No answer. "Must be downstairs in the diner," she said out loud.
She stood up, stretched and walked over to the kitchen. She needed a coffee. While she waited for the kettle to boil her thought drifted back to Jack, just like they had many times that day. Damn him. Why did he have to touch me earlier? Why did he have to look into my eyes like that? She thought, thinking back to their little run-in outside Noah's.
She'd felt this amazing tingle run threw her body when he had touched her arm. She'd never felt anything like it before; not with anyone. And then she'd made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They way he looked at her made her knees go weak, and the only thing she wanted to do was fall into his arms.
But then suddenly the nasty words he had said to her the day before popped into her head. What he'd said had hurt and it made her angry that he could say things like that to her. The last person who had spoken to her like that was Brett, her biological father. And look how her relationship with him had ended.
So she did the one thing that came natural to her; she pulled away from Jack, snapped at him and walked off back into Noah's.
Just as she was about to sit back down on the couch with her coffee she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called out.
"It's Jack. Open the door," was the answer she got back.
What the hell is he doing here, she thought. Oh god, I've just woken up so I probably look like crap. I hope I look at least a tiny bit decent. "Ah, just a second," she yelled to him as she walked over to the door.
She unlocked it and slowly opened the door to see him standing there dripping wet. "What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"Have you seen my dad or Lucas?" Jack asked.
Martha wasn't really listening to him though. She was too busy thinking about how sexy he looked soaking wet. Jack soon realized that she wasn't listening to him.
"Ah, hello?" he said, waving his hand in front of her face. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Umm. Sorry. What were you saying?" she stammered, feeling a little embarrassed.
Jack laughed a little. "I asked if you had seen my dad or Lucas anywhere".
"No, I Haven't. Sorry," she told him. "Why, is something wrong?"
"They're not home yet. I've tried their mobiles and there was no answer. I've just checked Noah's and the diner and they aren't there either. Are Alf and Ric home yet?" He asked her. He sounded worried.
"I haven't seen them yet, so I'm not sure," she answered him. Martha was starting to get a really bad feeling. "Oh my god. You don't think something has happened, do you?" Martha started panicking.
"Hey, calm down. Why don't you try their phones and see if they answer," Jack told her.
"Grandad left his phone here today, but I'll try Ric's," she told him while pulling her phone out of her pocket. She dialled his number and as suspected; his phone was switched off. "No answer," she told Jack.
"I'll go down to the jetty and see if the boats there. I walked down there with them this morning so I know what the boat looks like," said Jack.
"Ok, but I'm coming with you," Martha told him. "Fine," Jack replied.
"Just let me get some rain coats for us to wear," she said while opening the cupboard and pulling out two yellow coats. She threw one at Jack. "Come on, lets go," she pushed Jack out the door and slammed it behind her.
Meanwhile out at sea, four figures are standing in a boat holding on for dear life. The waves were crashing over into the boat, filling it up with water.
"This boat's going to sink if the waves keep up like this," Alf yelled. He could barely be heard over the sound of the rain, wind and crashing waves.
All of a sudden a great gush of water came flying at them, propelling them all into the raging ocean.
"DAD! HELP," Lucas cried out.