What I saw could have been another ship. It cast a shadow that size — a vicious, churning darkness that swallowed the deck and blotted out the sun, turning day to twilight in the span of a breath.
'Just how big is this thing?'
The massive body was in motion, curling out of the water and arcing back toward it. Silver-gray armored scales blurred past, studded with red fin membranes that caught the dying light as the creature dove.
The ship lurched. Something had crashed into the hull from below.
The waters churned, turbulent and violent, as if something beneath had declared war on the ocean's peace.
In the distance, waves were climbing. A storm was forming.
All of this had happened in a single instant.
Derry, Tristan, Nisha, and Po strolled out of the cabin without a trace of alarm.
The large man shouted as he walked toward the bow.
"You dumbfucks! What's the fuss about? It's not even that bad!"
I turned to Captain Derry, staring at him in disbelief.
