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THE STORM BREAKS
Author: Karven ash
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CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR:

The sea was a mirror of steel under the bruised morning sky. Clouds pressed low, churning with the same restless energy that burned in Billy’s chest. The patrol vessel hummed beneath his feet as he and Owen scanned the horizon through binoculars. Somewhere ahead, just beyond the fog line, Monsieur’s cargo ship cut through the water, slow and deliberate.

Every second mattered now.

Owen adjusted the radio frequency, his voice clipped. “Still no response from the coast-guard relay. Either he’s jamming us again or they’re out of range.”

Billy’s jaw flexed. “Then we move without them. We can’t risk losing visual.”

“Billy,” Owen warned, lowering the binoculars. “If we push too hard and he’s rigged that vessel, we’re not walking out of this.”

Billy gave a dry half-smile. “Since when do we ever walk away clean?”

Wind ripped across the deck, scattering sea spray against his face. It smelled of salt, oil, and danger. Every instinct told him that this was it—the moment when a
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