Wow, no-one wants to comment on this story, it seems. I finished listening to it yesterday, looked on the boards, saw no-one had commented on it, and decided my plaudits and problems were a bit too lukewarm to be the opening salvo.
This story is, in its basic plot, "The Ledge" by King. There's nothing wrong with that. 'Man-forced-suddenly-into-the-unimaginable-hidden-in-the-everyday' is an old and useful chestnut of a style.
This story may have lessened its capacity for true chill-producing by a few small choices it made. One of he great horror tropes of the ocean or any big water is its seemingly endless depth and ability to produce the large and unimaginable. The shallowness of the sea, here, kind of took that away. To be fair, when he described trying to dive down, I did the math in my head: 'ooooh, 30 feet? That's going to be about 15 [I looked it up online] well, 14.7 for every 34 feet, so about 15 psi. That's the equivalent, on average, of having one ton of pressure on every square foot of your body.'
I know, from recent conversations with friends about the oil spill, that most people don't appreciate what just a little psi means.
Had the story been more about him trying to dive for the wrench, and about him finding out that it was so hard to get this thing which is clearly in sight. I think the story might have worked better.
Plus, most people don't sail, they don't have any sort of empathy for exactly what a six-foot-high deck means.
It was an alright story overall, I didn't regret listening. But I probably won't remember it very well later.