Chapter 83
- The fishing boat slammed against the base of the oil rig’s leg with a sickening crunch of splintering wood.
- “That’s as close as I get!” Ben’s voice was a raw, guttural roar over the howl of the storm. “The tide’ll tear this rust bucket apart if I stay any longer! Go!”
- We were in the belly of the beast, the Atoll’s leg a monstrous pillar of black steel rising into the churning, purple-black clouds.