“Might-be monsters” are nearly always worse than real ones.
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Twenty-One: “Hey-fah for the Sea!” (Continued)
Previously: A raging storm overtook the fisher folk’s boat.
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When Zack opened his eyes, Shelcor was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Maerith. A violent gash of orange was tearing open the horizon, but the remainder of the sky was a deep storm-bruised magenta. It was as if the sky had attacked the sea, and now the sea was fighting back: huge pellets of rain were beating the deck (even in the midst of disaster, Zack noticed the absence of thunder and lightning) and the sea was retaliating by thrusting big blades of water at the sky, which in turn crashed down onto the deck, threatening to capsize the boat.
“Zack?” he heard Gina scream. “Zack!”
He rolled to his right and saw…
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