Out on the hazy horizon, three—no, four—dark shapes floated on the surface of the water. All of them roughly the same size, evenly spaced apart. They looked like massive, matte-black eggs, bobbing gently with the swell. He blinked and sat up straighter, shielding his eyes.
They weren’t buoys. Too large, too smooth, too symmetrical. Not whales either—no movement, no breath, no spouts. Just… stillness. Unnatural stillness. The sea was calm, but the sight of those objects sent a jolt of anxiety through him. Arthur quickly reeled in his line, hands trembling.