Desperation
“Keep it away from underneath!” voices rang out as men stumbled into place. The captain slammed the throttle forward, the motor roaring in protest as the boat lurched. The deck tilted, throwing Megan against Bob. She clung to his arm desperately, whispering hoarsely, “We shouldn’t have come.” Her words cracked under fear. Bob didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on the shifting sea, scanning for the shadow that refused to disappear.
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