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January and Hugo stared off the bow of their boat at the sea in front of them. The Adriatic was churning wildly, the waves shaking their little craft. And, in the center of the sea, a hole seemed to be ripping open. When Hugo had called Jan up to the bow, the hole had been a half a meter wide. Now, it was three meters in diameter and growing. Worse, something… something was peeking through.
“I should get the others.” His sister slipped back into the cabin, her tail swishing unhappily. He didn’t blame her. They had been doing so well out here with their little operation, and this… whatever this was, this was going to interfere.
By the time Jan got back with Lyslotta and Abigail, the hole was about five meters wide, had stopped growing, and was causing some difficulty to the… thing… trying to get through, since that looked to be just a tad wider than the hole.
“Is that a dragon?” Abigail whispered.
“I don’t know,” Hugo had to admit. “I mean, it looks like the front end of a Chinese dragon, but I didn’t know Chinese… Dragons… existed.” He tried to make “Dragon” sound different than “dragon,” but from the giggle that came from behind him, he was pretty sure he failed.
“I don’t think it knows we’re here, yet,” Lysa added. “Are we, you know… leaving?”
“Slowly,” he agreed, shifting the sails and beginning to tack away from the monster. “Backing away slowly.”
“Hugo…” Jan was pointing, so he looked; to their starboard, another portal was opening up.
“Well,” he sighed, “there goes the end of our days of wine and roses in the Adriatic.”
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