It was a quiet morning, the kind that lulled a man into thinking that the sea was calm, that nothing could go wrong. Until all of a sudden, a sharp jerk rocked the boat. Jacob was the first to notice the shift, a sudden shudder that ran through the boat like an electric shock.
Tanner, busy with the lines, cursed under his breath, stumbling as the boat lurched to one side. Mallory’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing at the waters ahead. “Steady, lads!” Mallory’s voice cut through the rising tension, a rock of authority in the chaos.