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She loved the ocean. It was her passion, her calling, her life’s purpose. But sometimes she found it easier to love the ocean when she was sitting at her desk.
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The ocean could make a person paranoid. The lack of light, the exhausting pressure, and the sensory deprivation led to the brain grasping at anything it could to make sense of its environment…with very mixed results.
Instead, Aidan had carefully placed his hand over the dive computer so that Cove wouldn’t notice his oxygen reading—6 percent.
A true ghost ship. A phantom of the deep, manned by the bodies of the dead.
When you go somewhere most people can’t or try something dangerous, there is always a fee. You either pay with caution and a level head, or you pay with your life.
Aiden please dont be stupid
The questioning had abruptly ended when the surgeon made his ruling: it was impossible for the steward to have been stuffed into the cramped space. The position of his arms indicated he had dragged himself inside.
Fitz had exposed a span of exterior hull four feet by five feet. And, inside, he had revealed a shriveled, twisted corpse.
Fitz thought the deaths had somehow painted the Arcadia in blood. That the ship was cursed from them—cursed and doomed to carry the crew and passengers down to a wet grave.
Everywhere he looked were blank, sallow faces and cold eyes, all faced in the same direction: the mummified corpse that had been living inside their ship.
Fingertips: tapping, scraping, clawing at the insides of the ship’s walls. Iced dread flooded Harland’s stomach. The sounds came from all around. Growing louder. Drawing nearer.
And Harland was left alone in the dark, his hands pressed over his head, as he was forced to listen to the slap of bodies hitting the deck around him.
Cove’s first instinctual thought was: Damn, we won’t be able to climb them. Followed by the mental slap of: You’re weightless, idiot. Float up.
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Once we die and once the soul separates, we are no longer human but only a body to be returned to the soil.
Isn’t that the truth for all of us though? Isn’t it, in some ways, a blessing that we don’t know when our time will end? Think, Cove—how much attention did you pay to your sunrise this morning? Did you make the most of it, as though it could be your last?
She loved marine biology with all of her heart, but she hadn’t been born to live in the waves like some of her colleagues.
Hestie is so precious
“Me too,” Aidan said.
One thing about Aiden is that he sholuld absolutely not go in for another dive
Could the Arcadia, ghost ship that it was, even be found?
“Vanna isn’t the problem.”
I fear vanna should still go to therapy
Hibernation. The ship, waiting to come alive again. Waiting…for air?
The corpse’s clawlike fingers spread open as they reached for him.
Aidan’s message followed: She said yes!!
awhhh cute 🩷
