Locking on
The crew reacted instantly. “Plug it! Stop that water!” the captain barked, his voice sharp and unyielding. Men scrambled, snatching cloth, rope, and anything else that might slow the flood. The deck echoed with hurried footsteps and shouted orders. But as hands worked frantically against the breach, one man stood frozen. The old bearded fisherman’s eyes remained fixed on the waves, locked onto the dark shape circling steadily beneath the surface.
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