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The ship didn’t just drift into the vortex; it was ripped. Yanked so fast it felt like the ocean had strong fists, and we were caught in its death grip. Just one blink, and we were spinning like crazy, pushing straight into a watery blender from hell.
The sea tore open like a mouth, water flying like spittle, hungry to eat us.
The sky deepened into a near-black hue, the wind whipping around, clouds rushing past us. The storm was raging.
The crew of the Argo scrambled across the deck, tightening sails, firing up the engines. But nothing made a single difference. The ship refused to obey.
Jason stood at the helm, his eyes sharp, muscles straining as he fought the wheel, trying to pull us away from the chaos.
And then it rose.
From the bottom of the vortex, a nightmare came t
