Chapter 147 The Storm

• Cobra, Hawk, and Bill all went tense. If they'd had an undamaged battleship, they might've been able to weather the storm. But after the damage from the whirlpool, the ship was barely holding together. A storm now could spell the end, and even the usually stoic crew members found themselves on edge.
• Ryan, staring at the darkening sea, grew grim. The smell of the salty, briny air should have been a warning, but in the chaos of their escape, he hadn't picked up on it in time. Not that it would've changed anything, but now, the storm was upon them.
• "Keep up the speed and head for the nearest island," Ryan ordered.