Hugh Hamilton
"Yes," said Grace, "though it certainly doesn't look like one."
But before Ben or Hugh could find it in the sky, another thick, engulfing mist surrounded them and made sure that nothing could be seen. Then the sea started to roll sickeningly. Their hearts leapt into their mouths each time the wave hit its peak and then sunk to their shoes when it finally crashed down again. Eventually the fog, along with the sea, started to settle and clear.
"What on earth," Hugh said, "is that?"
He pointed towards a group of strangely shaped figures swimming towards a little island.
"I guess we'll find out," replied Ben as the debris they were sitting on started to float.
A short while later, they slid to a stop in the sand.
"There sure are a lot of these little islands around here," commented Hugh.
Grace, already off the boat, exclaimed something that sounded like: "Hey look at that!" and, in fact, was.
They looked at 'that'.
"Hey it's the ship," said a surprised Ben.
The ship they had cruised to Bermuda on was wedged into the shallows at a 37 degree angle about three hundreds metres from the shore.
"And I think I see people on that island over there," added Grace.
Hugh and Ben squinted intently.
"Maybe," said Ben, "they are the rest of the passengers."
"Either way," said Grace, "I think we should scavenge what we can from the ship."
"Agreed!" agreed Hugh.
As they waded through the water, they noticed a beached Whale.
"Ah, good," Hugh said quietly.
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