CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Beams started when the ocean exploded. He backed further up the beach, his eyes charging with suppressed energy as he looked at the maelstrom which had started in the center of the bay.
It was some kind of huge whirlpool, swirling like a tornado, drawing in the various debris and jetsam in the waters. Its roar was almost as deafening as a waterfall, while above the clouds began to turn gray all of a sudden. The seagull’s cries went away suddenly, replaced by a gale force wind which nearly sent Beams flying. Sand and water splashed in his helmet and he was glad that the visor of his helmet was still intact because he would have gotten a face full of sand and salt water if he wasn’t.
The massive sailing ship he had noticed earlier began to be drawn toward the whirlpool.
