Slow rise
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The ocean responded violently. Waves crashed harder against the hull, rocking the boat with each strained tug upward. Spray drenched the deck as water spilled over the rail.
“What the hell is in there?” Izzy muttered, eyes sharp and unblinking. No one dared to answer. But the truth was obvious—this container carried something no one had expected at all.
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