Trying to tell us something
Her voice trembled, but she forced it steady. “You can’t just kill it,” she pleaded. “It’s trying to tell us something. That moan—it isn’t a threat. It’s grief.” For a moment, the deck was silent except for the sea. The captain shook his head, disbelief etched in his frown. “It’s sinking boats,” he countered, flat and certain. The men shifted uneasily, eyes darting between their captain and Megan, doubt creeping slowly across faces.
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