"Are you sure?" I asked my co-counselor, Kevin.
"Of course," he shrugged, turning back from the campers to me, "The ride isn't supposed to be that long. We'll make it back to camp in time."
I smirked, "Famous last words."
"I'm serious!" he chuckled, "Besides, we're supposed to make the campers feel secure, remember?"
"By rowing them out into a storm-ridden sea? I think you're the one who needs the reminder."
"Hey," he held up his hands innocently, "You're the one steering. I'm just here for the ride."
I rolled my eyes, "How did I get myself into this?"
"Easy," a jaunty smile spread across Kevin's face, "I came to you at breakfast this morning and asked if you wanted to come. You said yes," his smile turned mischevious and he eyed me teasingly, "But don't feel bad Karissa. Virtually no one can resist the devilish charms of Kevin the camp director."
"With a clump easy-oatmeal on your cheek like this morning? Real devilish."
He laughed and leaned up against the side of the boat and I found myself smiling as well--until a flash of lightning struck making me jump. The wind began to pick up, pulling the waves with it. I looked back over my shoulder to see that we were too far away from camp to turn back and the waves were fast taking us further. A light drizzle turned into rain and the campers began getting fidgety.
I bit my lip nervously. Rule number one of being a counselor: Keep everyone alive.