After seeing what they saw, the sailor screamed, but it was too late—they had to escape.
“Do you see that?” shouted Anna, the ship’s navigator, her voice cutting through the salty air as she pointed off the port side. Her eyes, usually calm and steady, were wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Jonas, the captain of the Makin, swung the wheel with practiced ease, shifting the yacht’s direction slightly. His weathered hands gripped the polished wood as his eyes narrowed, focusing on the distant horizon.
The water, which had been a perfect sapphire blue just moments ago, now held a sickly gray hue. It rippled strangely, almost as if the ocean floor were rising toward them, defying all of nature’s laws. Before Jonas could fully comprehend what was happening, the boat gave a sudden lurch. The movement was….Read Full Story Here……………….
