Dangling in the storm, Elias looked down. The ship that had haunted Portmere for a day finally surrendered to the waves, vanishing into black water. He and Callen had escaped in the last possible moment. The helicopter lifted them higher, carrying them away from the wreck and back toward the safety of the village lights flickering faintly on the coast.
For the first time all day, Elias allowed himself to breathe. They had survived the ghost ship. By the time the helicopter touched down in Portmere, the storm had begun to loosen its grip. Rain still swept across the harbor, but the worst had passed, leaving the village huddled in flickering lamplight.