Legends of the Bermuda Rift

d hair whipping behind her like a banner of defiance. The Atlantic stretched before her in endless shades of indigo and gold as the su

it was whis

called, breathless a

toward her, his brows furrowed and a tablet clenched in his hand. S

anding her the device. "But... it's

ignal was weak, fragmented, as though clawing its way th

pered. "That submarine

ed lost," Lucas said

played-a voice, barely audible, dist

ft is... alive

hiss of white noise.

linguistic specialist, appeared with something even more

ar: an uncharted trench, precisely where the signal originated. Notes in archaic

s fifteen nautical miles east of here. I

" Naomi murmu

" echoed again in her mind, colliding with the distressed voice. T

-or something aboard was-the

er voice steady despite the storm b

deck, staring into the waves. The wind seemed to whisper her name, and

m, the rift

the Bermuda Rift... ther