Surfers Thought They Found Abandoned Ship, Until They See Smoke Coming From Its Chimney

And the Silence Stayed

No answer. No footsteps. Nothing but the groaning of machinery and the slow hiss of escaping steam. Mason swallowed hard, glancing behind them. Still nothing. Whoever—or whatever—they’d just seen, didn’t want to be found. The red light flickered above them again. Dylan tightened his grip on the flashlight. “This was a bad idea,” he muttered. But it was too late to turn back now.