The launch moved a bit forward, pushed by a new underwater stream. Johnny leant out of the boat, his hands grasping the bulwark so tight that he could hear the wood creaking. He couldn’t understand what was happening at first. There was certainly something under him, something which had made the water strangely muddy. The dark blue had turned into a pale ochre. And in the middle of all that, another colour turned out, a reddish sphere with a boundless diameter.
Then Johnny understood.
What he was watching under himself was a huge eye. Whoever was its owner, was watching him in return.
The water started boiling again and again, making a new whirlpool. Being at sea together with that monster filled Johnny with an absolute terror, a deep anguish, difficult to describe. His reaction was bew
