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"Monster!?" you say, incredulously. "Flotsam!" she says, and points. Dead ahead, a long ridged back rises briefly out of the waves. "Terry!" Brendan bellows. "Monster! Emergency! Terry!" Then, out of time, he spins the wheel. With a shudder of sail, the Galapagos Canary NWF falls nimbly off to leeward. |
Over on the
Celeste, Terry storms up on deck. Jackie and Brendan are both pointing
dead ahead. After one glance he leaps to the tiller - but he's still struggling
to disengage the autopilot when the Celeste plows full speed into
the now-submerged monster. |
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