Its identity
His gaze narrowed with a mixture of fear and grim recognition. “I know what it is,” he growled, his voice carrying certainty. The others froze, glancing at him in alarm. “Swordfish,” he said. “Biggest, blackest one I’ve ever seen.” The words cut sharp across the frantic deck. There was no myth here, no mistake in the shadows. Their unseen attacker had a name. And that truth only made it more terrifying.
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