As the sun set, they gathered on the deck of the schooner. How beautiful it was, the silver crest of gentle waves, the unimaginable colors of the sunset. Even with the radio broken, the captain wasn’t worried. Nothing in the last flicker of light indicated a problem.
The small group gradually left the deck and retreated to their cabins below, listening to the whistle of the wind, the splash of water on the side of the ship.
In the sleepy hours of early morning, not even the thundering of the rogue waves awoke them-until the tilt of the schooner threw them onto the floor-the ceiling, the deep.