Squall - end

The boat came to a sudden stop. James shot over the railing onto the foredeck and Bobby ended up in the water.
"Logs!"
We jumped into the water and began hauling the Sunbird manually around the logs and towards the beach. Over my shoulder I could see the trees thrashing wildly. More trees snapped and flew into the air.

We ran the stern lines ashore as the wind and rain howled through the boat. From the meagre cover of an overhanging bank we watched the storm rage past us. We were soaked to the bone, but relieved. Had we remained in the channel the squall would have picked the Sunbird clean out of the water, its upper deck acting like a wing.

Sipping cups of steaming Nescafe we waited for the rain to pass before heading back onto the river.