Sirens cut through the murmurs of the crowd. Two police cars nosed into the harbor, lights flashing. Officers in reflective jackets spilled out, pushing people back with raised arms. “Stay clear! The harbor’s closed until the coast guard arrives.”
Elias pushed forward, shouting above the storm. “Wait—listen! There’s someone alive on that ship. I saw them waving. They need help!” One officer, tall and broad, stepped in his way. “Son, what you saw was spray and shadows. We’ll handle it.”