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/* /*]] */ dummy1 The sea around Krysty was flat and undisturbed. Michael had vanished. Before her mind started to cope, Ryan was in motion. He struck the water to Krysty’s right, heading for the spur of rock that marked the sunken entrance to the redoubt.
J.B. was a moment behind him, followed immediately by Dean. Krysty drew breath, ready to duck dive after them, when Doc exploded into the sea only a yard away from her.
A moment later Doc’s head broke the surface, his white mane pasted to his thin skull. “No sign,” he bellowed.
“He’ll be” Doc began, striving for a note of reassurance, the sentence dying stillborn as Dean, J.B. and Ryan appeared from the cavernous redoubt. With no sign of Michael.
“Oh, Gaia!” Krysty’s voice was harsh with shock. She stood, pointing toward the western horizon, her face frozen. “Look out there!”
There was a massive eruption about three hundred yards from shore. White froth and a burst of spray soared into the sky. All that they could make out, writhing at the core of the thrashing disturbance, was a giant, sinuous shape.
“Sea snake,” Ryan said. “And” He broke off as the creature crashed back into the water again, rolling to reveal, for the first time, its hideous head.
