Catherine nodded, still focused on the distant shape. It surfaced again briefly, then sank. There was something sluggish about the movement, like it was struggling. She couldn’t explain why, but it felt… tired. Maybe it was just instinct—some gut feeling telling her it was in trouble.
While John raised the anchor, Catherine kept her eyes on the dark shape ahead. It seemed to be drifting closer to shore every minute, like the current was pushing it in. A row of birds stood along the dunes, unusually still, watching.