A young officer stood outside, bored and scrolling through his phone. Arthur strode up, still breathless. “There’s something out there,” he said, voice high with urgency. “Four of them—floating things. Huge. Egg-shaped. One of them moved. Made a noise.”
The officer finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Moved?” Arthur pointed out toward the sea. “About a mile off. I saw them clear as day. They’re not debris. One of them turned and made a sound I’ve never heard before.”