It’s showing us something
The sound it made this time was different. Gone was the drawn-out moan of sorrow. Instead, a more insistent call rose from the depths, reverberating across the narrow cove. It wasn’t grief now—it was urgent, like a cry for help. The fishermen exchanged uneasy glances, doubt flickering in hardened eyes. Megan leaned forward against the railing, heart hammering. “It’s showing us something,” she whispered. And though hesitant, the men knew she was right.
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