I’m grasping the rail with white knuckles and leaning over, scanning the dark sea frantically. The ship’s crew is out on a small boat searching the water, and Jake has dived in and has already swum back twice. I’m hysterical about the fact he’s this drunk, yet swimming to find his friend in an almost pitch-black ocean. Watching the water with fear gripping my throat, I hold my breath with every dive he takes, willing them to find Daniel, so Jake will get out of the water. I’ve never been so terrified in my life; I can barely move.

“He’s here, Mr. Carrero,” yells one of the crew from the...