Barely made it
Megan’s voice wavered. “Wrecked? As in… attacked?” The old man nodded gravely. “Punctured a clean hole through the hull. Strong fiberglass, reinforced bottom. Didn’t matter—it tore through like paper.” He leaned back, staring into the rolling waves. “They were lucky they were close to shore. Forced to swim all the way in. One barely survived the distance.” His words chilled Megan, painting a far darker picture than she’d ever imagined when taking that photo.
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