Tuesday, June 7
The Children of Leviathan - Part 4a: Natives Are Restless
As darkness descended, the mist became a chilling blanket of fog. The cliffs off the starboard side became visible. Minutes seemed to stretch into hours…when Cal blinked and cocked his head.
“What’s that?” the big lizard asked.
“What’s what?” responded Bijoux.
“The thumping,” Cal said, sniffing the air. “Something’s wrong.”
Then they all heard it. What sounded at first like a hollow log trapped in the surf became a steady, droning beat. Drums. Dozens of them. [MORE]
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