Beatrice Beecham's Ship of Shadows
Thomas still clung to his sister, who appeared to be defying gravity as the aft-deck collapsed and a spout of water gushed skywards, soaking them all.
“It’s too late,” Trevor said. “She’s going under with us on board.”
The bow began to lift, and Trevor and Claire began to slide towards the railing that overlooked the rapidly disappearing aft-deck. Trevor grabbed onto Dorothy who was rolling towards them with small whimpers coming from her lips.
They rested against the rails, watching the roaring sea as it came up for them. Claire looked desperately at Beatrice, Thomas, and Emily.
“Help us,” she cried.
The world became a blur as bracing seawater washed over her legs, taking her breath away. C
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