THIRD-PERSON POV
The never-ending sound of thunder echoed at the entrance of the whistling cave. It was like the cave was whispering warnings, telling our friends that they shouldn't enter.
Miranda was the first one to detect an odd smell fighting through the smell of the salty ocean. She couldn't put a description to what the smell was. All she knew it was sweet and making her mouth water.
"What do we do now? Or are we gonna stand here until we wither and die?" Nigel asked.
The six of them were just standing at the entrance of the grotto, looking up and down, side to side, unsure of what to do or where to go next.
"Isn't it obvious? We must go into the cave," Lazarus explained.
"No shit Sherlock," Nigel grunted. "We cannot go off into the sea now, can we?" He rolled his eyes.
"But where does the cave lead to? And how deep is the water in there?" Miranda posed the questions everyone wanted the answers to.
"INCOMING!" Duran shouted. A massive wave was coming towar
