That sudden return to normal disturbed Nora almost more than the sight itself. If the water had stayed violent, she could have called it weather. But it changed like a curtain falling, as though something had used the bay for a moment and then retreated before daylight strengthened.
By breakfast time, the new footage had moved through every house in Blackwater Cove. Some villagers looked genuinely afraid. Others wore the bright, hungry expression Nora remembered from years ago, the look that always appeared when the Serpent Line started becoming useful to some people again.