Wake

The ship rises and falls as the wake of something far larger than itself passes beneath it.

White knuckled, his hands grip a rail above a swirling sea. โ€œWe need a bigger boat.โ€

She sees a hundred-meter tail breach, then plunge into the waves. โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t matter.โ€


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