Page 166 of Hidden Depths

The words weren't spoken with anger.

Or bravado.

They were spoken with quiet certainty.

Ward met Ben's eyes and gave the smallest nod.

Scott folded his arms.

Nathan looked at the three men for a long moment.

Then, for the first time since stepping aboard Sea Whisper...

The weight he'd been carrying seemed just a little lighter.

Because after twenty years of standing watch alone...

James Sinclair's family no longer stood alone.

Neither did his secret.

And somewhere beyond the horizon...

A patient enemy continued to follow.

Unaware that the hunters aboard Sea Whisper had finally begun to hunt back.

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Storm

Grandpa used to tell me...

"When you're lost..."

"...stop chasing the horizon."

"Start looking behind you."

The bridge had become a war room.

Not with maps covered in military symbols.

Or weapons spread across the table.

Just charts.

Photographs.

A cracked compass.

Grandpa's logbook.

And questions.

So many questions.

Ward rested both hands on the chart table.