Chapter 91: A Storm of Consequences

Morning finds the boat drifting across a gray horizon. Clouds gather again, churning the sea into rolling swells. Zach paces the deck, scanning for any sign of pursuers. Marta cleans her pistol, face grim.Ramirez tries to radio a contact onshore, but static fills the channel. Elena and I exchange worried looks—no one is picking up. The sea, the sky, the radio: everything feels ominous.We're battered from constant run-ins. My body aches with bruises, and Elena's eyes hold a haunted cast from her first kill. We find a corner of the deck to huddle, hearts heavy. The storm above seems to mirror the turmoil raging inside us.