Chapter 842
In the wee hours, the sea turned treacherous as a fierce wind picked up.
The small boat struggled against the increasingly violent waves, coming dangerously close to capsizing several times.
The skipper’s face was etched with concentration as he gestured frantically to Keith.
It was then that Elysia realized the skipper was mute; he was using sign language to communicate with Keith, indicating that the wind was getting stronger and a heavy rain was imminent. Continuing their journey on the small boat would be perilous.
Keith, unfazed as if he had anticipated the change in weather, glanced at his watch and simply said to the skipper, “Stick to the plan p>
Nodding, the skipper resumed his efforts to steer the boat through the turbulent waters.
Keith moved to the other side of the boat, bringing over two sets of diving gear. “Do you know how to put these on?” he asked Elysia. Frowning, she replied, “We’re going in the water p>
“Yeah, it’s too risky to stay on the boat with the storm picking up. We’ll be safer in the water p>
Elysia instinctively retorted, “Safer in the water p>
Keith patiently explained, “I’ll take you to a safe place. It’s too difficult for the boat to get there, but we can swim p>
Elysia was hesitant to enter the water; she was afraid even in broad daylight, let alone at night.
Keith, sensing her fear, gently reassured her, “I’ll be with you. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve got you p>
Just then, a bolt of lightning tore across the sky, followed by the deep rumble of thunder directly overhead, causing Elysia to shiver in fear.
The worsening weather indeed made staying on the boat a dangerous proposition, prompting her to quickly don the diving gear as Keith had instructed. Ever since becoming a mother, she had become extremely cautious about her own safety.
Before she could mentally prepare herself, a wave crashed over them, plunging her into the water.
Panic-stricken, Elysia thrashed about in the water, her eyes tightly shut. Despite wearing a diving suit and being immediately caught by Keith as she fell, she was terrified, feeling as though her soul was about to leave her body.
In her panic, she repeatedly called out for Tarquin in her mind, her source of comfort and security.
Meanwhile, on a seldom-traveled road, Tarquin pushed his car to nearly 200 mph. The road was rough, and the high speed made the car nearly overturn several times.
With a furrowed brow, Tarquin’s gaze never wavered from the road ahead, his heart aching with worry.
He was unaware of Elysia’s current situation, but he knew her well enough to understand her fear of water. Being taken by Keith via a water route must have terrified her.
With his lips pressed tightly together and his face tense, Tarquin floored the gas pedal, wishing he could make the car fly.
When the road ended, he sharply turned the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, executing a perfect drift to stop the car.
Tarquin stepped out into the pouring rain and strode forward. Axel quickly followed suit.
The area was overgrown with weeds, clearly untouched, with no path forward or sight of the sea. Yet, the sound of waves crashing against the shore was unmistakable.
Thunder boomed overhead as the rain intensified.
Axel, puzzled by Tarquin’s intentions but knowing he never acted without reason, silently followed him through the rain.
After about ten minutes, they finally caught sight of the tumultuous sea. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the churning waves, highlighting the danger lurking within.
Axel’s phone suddenly rang. After a brief conversation, he turned to Tarquin, “There’s been a sighting along Route 5. A small boat seems to be trying to approach the shore but hesitates, continuously drifting. It’s too far to see how many people are on board, but it looks suspicious. Should we head over? It’s a half-hour drive p>