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“Sawyer!” Fiona called out.

This time he turned toward her. After giving the coil of rope to another man, he loped down the short distance and relieved her of the blankets.

“Take my arm,” he said.

The security of his strength washed over her. He would help her. He would ensure her niece was safe.

“Must help...” she began, but could get no further before gasping for breath.

They managed the last few yards to the top of the dune. There Sawyer released her and returned the blankets to her care.

She caught his arm. “You need to rescue them.”

He shook his head. “Don’t know if we can with those waves.”

“You must. You must.” She hung on him with desperation. “My niece. She’s only seven. She could be on that ship.”

His expression, highlighted in the eerie light of the lighthouse, twisted with concern. “I’ll do what I can.”