The predator hunted. Poised atop pearl-black seas as flat as a field of asphalt, the Oshima drifted alone in the darkness, one hundred and sixty miles off the coast of Florida. From his vantage point, high above the ship’s helm, Haruto Nakamura watched as the slaughter continued across the deck below him.
First Lines Contest 2017: Kronos Rising
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