Iqaluk nodded, his hope rekindled by Tanner’s determination. Tanner’s hands shook slightly as he began adjusting the dials, the static crackled and hissed as he fiddled with the controls, trying to find the right frequency. At first, it was just noise.
But he kept trying to make contact with the boat’s radio, refusing to give up. And then, a flicker of something—a faint signal, a voice breaking through the static. Tanner’s breath caught in his throat as he fine-tuned the frequency, his pulse quickening with hope.