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- He’d thrown him at one of the smaller ships. Dammit. St. George launched himself after the merman, but Nautilus crashed through the roof of one of the yachts before the hero had closed half the distance between them. Screams of alarm echoed up to him as he dropped feetfirst through the hole into the boat.
- There was an empty bar at one end of the room, and couches lined the large windows. Small lamps gave off sputtering light and fishy smoke. A trio of people crouched, all looking back and forth between the cracked floorboards and the hole in the ceiling.
- St. George looked at the trio. Two of the people had been working on the plants in the raised gardens. “Which way did he go?”
- They said nothing for a moment. Then one of the women raised a hand and pointed to a doorway past the bar.
- A few quick steps carried him across the room. The door led to a narrow hallway, but at the end he saw the light of an open hatch. Nautilus had run straight down the hall and up onto the front of the yacht.
- Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 535-536
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-isle/id989619017
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