The harbor master studied him for a long moment before nodding. “Then that’s enough.” As the ambulance pulled away and the crowd began to disperse, Elias found himself staring out at the black horizon.
The waves rolled endlessly, erasing every trace of the giant that had haunted their waters. To the villagers, it would become a story told in pubs and around kitchen tables—how a ghost ship drifted into Portmere one stormy morning, only to sink before it could touch land. But Elias knew it wasn’t just a ghost story.