Catherine watched the water carefully. “It’s not just drifting,” she said. “It’s trying to move.” John paused his work. “Yeah… but we can call once we’re near the marina.” “What if it doesn’t have that long?” Her voice sounded both concerned and urgent.
She rested a hand on her stomach, like she was picking up on something deeper than what they could see. “Look at the birds. It’s like they’re waiting.” The shape shifted again, rolling slightly, and white foam bubbled around it.