Elias stumbled, grabbing the railing as the freighter tilted violently. Outside, the view shifted, waves exploding against jagged black rocks that jutted from the surf. The ship had struck the shallows. Metal screamed as the hull scraped, tearing open somewhere below. The entire vessel shuddered with the impact, containers rattling like dice in a box.
Elias’ stomach dropped. “No, no, no—this thing’s going to split!” Callen said while clutching the armrests with white knuckles. His eyes widened in panic. “It’s grounded—she’s tearing herself apart!” His voice was hoarse, but the terror in it was sharp enough to cut through the storm.