A bad situation
The water boiled with turbulence, spray slapping against the deck. Yet just as suddenly, the shadow slipped out of sight again. Megan’s chest tightened, her breath catching in fear. She stared at the fresh gashes along the hull, realizing they weren’t shallow scratches. They cut deep, gouged through wood and fiberglass with frightening ease. A creature capable of leaving such marks wasn’t only dangerous—it was devastating. It could destroy boats like theirs in minutes.
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