Not the same
Tension weighed on everyone. Even the steady thrum of the engine, usually steadying, carried unease. The sea stretched wide and calm, yet its glassy stillness no longer felt peaceful. Megan rubbed her arms against a chill that wasn’t from the breeze. Her eyes darted constantly toward the rolling waves, searching for movement she half-hoped not to find. Fear tightened her chest, though she said nothing. The silence pressed hard, leaving them all unsettled.
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