Surf Hoars

When a rogue wave washes the houseboat you’re dancing on, out to sea, you and your beach party guests expect the worst. Harmony Stelfox was recovering from a bewildering near death experience. She was nearly killed by a rogue shark, and thought days like these were behind her. How many unforeseen disasters can a girl expect during the run of one week?

They were adrift. The sun was blazing hot on their skin, they ran low on food. But they did have plenty of beer. There was one thing more. They were not alone at sea. There was a lonesome creature who watched from a distance. He never slept. He didn’t falter in his watch. And he didn’t offer them help. His stare was filled with furry and hesitation.

He briefly paused and his eyes fell onto Harmony. She was the native-lander he rescued from a shark attack. He knew he made the right choice, but if she recognized him, it would mean death to them all. Saving a native-lander would be seen as an act of aggression against his own kind. His sense of honor cringed. His loyalty would be questioned. Saving her pleased him, and yet he felt torn. His presence only prolonged the inevitable. The creatures were coming. They would drag them down into the depths, of the Abyss..