The storm arrived over Clearwater Bay without warning — a wall of black clouds swallowing the sky, lightning cutting through the horizon like shattered glass. By nightfall, waves crashed violently against the rusted hull of the Aurora Bell, a once-grand ship now decaying in silence. But this was no ordinary vessel. Beneath its corroded decks, hidden behind locked compartments and forgotten corridors, lay a secret worth millions — a vault filled with stolen art and lost relics. Harper Lane, a young historian desperate to pay her mother’s mounting medical bills, had uncovered that secret. And as she stood alone on Deck 5, staring at the words freshly carved into the steel — WE ARE COMING — she realized she wasn’t the only one who knew.
When night fell, Harper heard the low growl of an approaching motorboat. Three men boarded the ship, their movements precise, their intentions clear. They weren’t scavengers; they were hunters. She gripped a fire axe, heart pounding, ready to defend herself — until a familiar voice broke through the wind. Victor Hale, the man who had first warned her about the Aurora Bell’s curse, appeared from the shadows. He had come back, claiming he wanted to keep her alive. As the mercenaries spread through the corridors, Harper and Victor hid in silence, their flashlights dimmed, the ship creaking beneath their feet. When Victor whispered his plan — to sink the Aurora Bell before the men could reach the vault — Harper froze. Destroying the treasure meant losing everything she had fought for. But keeping it meant never being free of those who would kill for it.
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