"Leoric, I am scared. Can we go faster? What if there is a monster burrowed under the sand? It swallowed the yacht, and we will be the next target?" Emily cried. She was sitting with her knees on her chest behind Leoric who was driving.
The vehicle didn't have seats for the passengers; there was only a makeshift chair for the driver. Emily wanted to complain, but when she saw with her own eyes that such a big boat had disappeared on the sand, she bit her lip and kept her complaints to herself.
Leoric pursed his lips. He tried to accelerate, but the vehicle could only travel at a maximum of 20 kilometers per hour because of the load. He was focused in front of him, so he could not see what was happening in the back.
"Are you alright, Doctor Reeves? You looked pale," Angel asked as she scrutinized the doctor beside her, his back against the fiberglass wall. He wore a long-sleeved yellow shirt, and his color glistened like bronze against the afternoon sun.