Take 3:
Cecily did not get nervous until the coastline disappeared behind the choppy ocean. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the mast, bracing herself against the heaving of the boat. She cast a worried glance at Annie, who was busy adjusting the sails. Her best friend's face had been empty ever since she'd met Cecily on the pier. The sea whipped around them, cresting in waves that even Cecily could recognize as dangerous. She'd never known Annie to be so reckless.
Annoyance was growing in equal measure with concern. The motion of the boat was making Cecily queasy, and she was cold and wet. She was about to ask when they would go back, when Annie cleated the mainsail, secured the rudder, and leaned over to speak to her.

Take 2:
Cecily didn't get nervous until the land disappeared behind the choppy ocean. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the mast, bracing herself against the heaving of the boat. She cast a worried glance at Annie, who was busy adjusting the sails. Her best friend's face had been empty ever since she'd met Cecily on the pier. The sea whipped around them, cresting in waves that even Cecily could recognize as dangerous. She'd never known Annie to be so careless.
Cecily's frustration grew. The motion of the boat was making her queasy, and she was cold and wet. She was about to ask when they would go back, when Annie cleated the mainsail, secured the rudder, and leaned over to speak to her.
"Thank you for coming out." Annie had to shout to be heard over

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Cecily didn't get nervous until the land disappeared behind the choppy ocean. Clutching the rope so tightly it cut into her skin, she stole another glance at Annie. Her friend was busy adjusting the sails, her cheeks still wet with tears. Her face had been empty ever since she'd met Cecily on the pier. The sea whipped around them, cresting in waves that even Cecily could recognize as dangerous.
Cecily's irritation grew. The motion of the boat was making her queasy, and she was cold and wet. She was about to ask when they would go back, when Annie cleated the mainsl and secured the rudder.
"Thank you for coming out." Annie had to shout to be heard over the crash of waves.

For me, the confusion comes from the "Clutching the rope..." sentence. It feels awkward right there at the start. It might be a bit of filtering? Maybe something like...

"The rope cut into Cecily's fingers as she braced herself against the motion of the waves. Annie was busy adjusting...."

Only concern is if they are cold and wet (from the waves and spray) as the setting leads you to believe, how could she tell her cheeks were still wet from tears?

It's otherwise a perfectly decent structural start, perhaps a touch slow but horror is always a very difficult genre to start "hookily".

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Cecily didn't get nervous until the land disappeared behind the choppy ocean.

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Great opening line.

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Clutching the rope so tightly it cut into her skin, she stole another glance at Annie.

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This isn't so great however. The two clause do not go together. First, what is the rope she is clutching? Is it to one of the sails or one she is holding onto for her dear life? Many different types of ropes on a sailboat. Second, separate the second half of the sentence, make it its own sentence.

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Her face had been empty ever since she'd met Cecily on the pier.

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This sounds as if Cecily just met Annie and agreed to go on a boat ride with her.

Full disclosure: I'm not a sailor, but both my roomates are. I blame them for writing the sailing terms down wrong for me. XD

tchernabyelo: Yeah, I really hate stupid characters. Cecily just went out because Annie asked her to, and because Annie seemed distressed. If one of my friends is upset, I'll go along with them even if they're being silly. Hopefully that comes across better this time.

And thanks, Snapper.... I think.....

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Her best friend's face had been empty ever since she'd met Cecily on the pier.

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This comes off as a bland and disconnected compared to the rest of the writing. May I suggest...

Her best friend still wore the same empty expression she greeted Cecily with on the pier.

Annie is adjusting the sails (note the very funny misspelling!) But a few lines later cecily categorizes Annie's behavior as "careless." Isn't it maybe more like reckless? Because Annie's DOING something on the boat, even if cecily doesn't really understand what it is. But here they are careening out to sea in a storm. Little risky!

Sales???? Sails makes a lot more sense.

I don’t see any good hook here. It’s a description of going out on some sailboat -- so far. This is not in itself interesting enough to catch my interest. If you set it on another world, maybe. But just a description of here on Earth? Nope.

And thanks, arriki, for catching my extremely silly typo. Though it would be fun to write a horror story about sales on the high seas.
And thanks for letting me know the first thirteen doesn't grab you. It's good to know that.

I've been staying somewhere without internet, but I'm back tonight, so I'll try to get the story out to those that have asked for it (finally).