Cut #2 in response to babooher's comments:
"Jase!" yelled Steph from the door of the sailboat's small cabin. "Are you trying to get us killed?" Jason's cheerful greeting to his companion died on his lips as the boat lurched sideways. Jason gaped at the plumes of white water surrounding the boat where there had been only calm sea just a moment before. As the wave raised the boat, he could see a rock... no, a whole rocky reef! And they were headed for it… fast!
Jason’s mind reeled. How could he not have seen that? Only a moment ago, he had been guiding their boat over a calm sea, easily maintaining course for the distant headland, the half way point on their celebratory voyage around Neptune Two’s fringe islands. Now, without warning, they were in heavy surf, crashing into a reef!
[This message has been edited by stutson (edited December 19, 2010).]
Even that might be a kind of weak intro. You might try something along the lines of "They were headed towards the rocks. Fast."
The writing is clear, but not alive.
We're in Jason's POV...would he think of himself as about to make a cheerful greeting to his companion? Or would he phrase it differently? Jason's snappy retort, Jason's relief at seeing Steph, Jason's pleasure at seeing Steph....give us some idea what the relationship is, what kind of person Jason is. Of course, you may have done just that -- he may indeed be the kind of person who thinks of himself as making a cheerful greeting to his sailing companion -- but since I don't know him at all yet, that phrase tugs on my awareness as potential author intrusion.
If I give the author the benefit of the doubt and assume the choice of words is deliberate, then I make these assumptions about Jason (especially combined with his thoughts in the next two lines): he's a bit simple-minded, good natured and cheerful but not the sharpest tool in the shed...perhaps even mentally challenged.
This is only my take on it -- others may not read it this way at all, in which case you should definitely shrug my comments off.
"Jase!" yelled Steph from the door of the sailboat's small cabin. "Are you trying to get us killed?" Jason's cheerful (Cheerful?) to his companion died on his lips as the boat lurched sideways. Jason gaped at the plumes (I wouldn't describe a wave as a plume--a plume is a feather and in my mind a plume of water is more like column of water from an explosion--tall and thin) white water surrounding the boat where there had been only calm sea just a moment before. As the wave raised the boat, he could see (You don't need to say he saw it--it's his POV.) a rock... no, a whole rocky reef! And they were headed for it… fast!
Jason’s mind reeled. How could he not have seen that? Only a moment ago, he had been guiding their boat over a calm sea, easily maintaining course for the distant headland, the half way point on their celebratory voyage around Neptune Two’s fringe islands. Now, without warning, they were in heavy surf, crashing into a (This whole 'moments ago' business is retrospective and info dumpy--then you redundantly repeat ( ) the whole crashing into a rock situation. It simply slows the action down and removes any urgency.)
[This message has been edited by skadder (edited December 19, 2010).]
I'm trying not to say things again, two times over, skadder.