002. Sail the Gormwoods. Amanda Phillips

Their cries are white noise. Sail the Gormwoods – Evacuation, Leave Now.

We cut through traffic the wrong way, pushing through to the shoreline.

We want to see them first.

A pregnant wave lifts them upwards, this ship of giants. Two behemoths reach for the crow’s nest, bellowing like cattle.

“Eight,” she laughs out against the wind.

“Nine,” I say, but not to her.

Massive arms reach out from below the crusted waves.

We stay and watch too long.

The Gormwoods steer their ship against the rocks. A hundred thousand wooden knives fall into the sea.

We wait patiently for them.

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