In Deep Water: Chapter Seven

“It can’t be,” Sophie whispers for the seventh time, eyes glued to the computer screen on the desk in front of us.

“Y’all are seeing this, right?” Nathan runs a hand down his face. “It’s not just me?”

Xander blows out a breath, his broad shoulders connecting with the back of his chair with an audible thump. “Yeah, man. It’s not just you.”

“I don’t understand.” I frown at the black letters reading “The Griffin” on the side of the ship laying twenty thousand feet at the bottom of the Puerto Rico Trench.

“Is it possible that it’s a coincidence?” Sophie looks to Xander, worry etched into her features.

“All ships are required, by law, to register by state or country.” He shrugs a shoulder. “When I registered, ours was the first Griffin.”

An alert pops up on the monitor, distorting the footage of the wreck. Nathan taps some keys and frowns. “Appears to be a storm heading our way.”

“How long?” Xander glances at the clock on the wall.

Sophie gasps. “Oh, my god. What if we go down in the storm?”

Nathan and Xander glare at her. I place a hand on her arm. “Deep breaths, Soph. Let’s not overthink this, okay?”

Sophie nods. “Okay. Thanks, Em.”

“Welcome.” I smile.

“Shows it’ll hit us in about twenty-five minutes,” Nathan assesses.

Xander’s jaw drops. “What kind of notice is that?”

Nathan scans the report. “Guess it’s a pop-up.”

“Lovely.” Xander grabs his phone. “I’ll check in with the captain.”

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