The monster slid swiftly under the surface.
Barely a ripple passed above, where the ferry rode the gentle waves.
Onboard, passengers dozed on the deck in the late afternoon sunshine or drank coffees at the bar. Two men argued over a game of cards. An old woman stood up to stretch her legs, holding onto her cane. Three small girls danced to the traditional
Greek music playing over the ferry’s PA system.
Travellers watched the setting sun as the boat skimmed over the calm seas.
Down beneath, the monster writhed. Its blue scales glimmered.
The captain, in his crisp white clothes, stood at the prow and took the microphone. The PA system crackled. He pointed to a small port in the distance, with hills covered in houses and hotels.
‘Welcome to the island of Galinios,’ he said.
‘Did you know it means tranquillity?’
No one sensed what lurked below…
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