Falling over
The boat rocked hard, pitching forward and then back again, sending bodies stumbling across the deck. “What was that?” Bob shouted over the sudden chaos, clutching the railing with both hands to steady himself. His pulse hammered as the vessel trembled under the blow. The water churned angrily, disturbed by the predator moving below. It wasn’t simply passing by—it was testing them. Every slam carried intention, as if studying its trapped prey.
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