Chapter 465 Dangerous Waters
Near the island of Lakeside Haven, there was a notoriously eerie stretch of ocean known as the "Lost Waters." This area had become the stuff of local legend, sending chills down the spines of those who heard its tales. Over the past twenty years, more than 37 ships and 12 planes had mysteriously vanished in this region, as if swallowed by some unknown force. These disappearances defied explanation, leaving behind only the vast, enigmatic sea and endless questions.
Mia recounted a particularly haunting true story.
Back in 2018, a luxury cruise ship suddenly lost all communication signals while crossing these waters, as if enveloped by an invisible barrier. Onboard were 186 passengers, including wealthy businessmen, corporate elites, and vacationers. After three days, a massive rescue operation scoured the area but found no trace of the ship or its passengers, as if the ocean had silently consumed them without a trace.
Even more terrifying, an elderly fisherman once claimed in a trembling voice at a local bar that an unknown magnetic anomaly in the area disrupts all electronic equipment, causing ships and planes to lose their bearings instantly. Rumors spread that some supernatural force beyond human understanding might exist there, capable of making vessels vanish in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.
Emma shivered as she recalled these details.
She slowly looked around at the thickening fog, the unsettling details replaying in her mind. She realized she might be in the infamous Lost Waters.
A chill spread from her feet to her entire body, as if unseen hands were silently enveloping her.
Suddenly, the sea began to heave violently, as if an earthquake had struck the entire area.
The wind howled like a wild beast, and towering waves crashed against the boat with relentless force. The ship groaned under the strain, the sound of metal scraping and creaking as if it might be torn apart at any moment.
Emma stood by the control panel, gripping the handrail so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body swayed with the violent motion of the boat, like a leaf in a storm.
Fear washed over her, drowning out all rational thought. She realized she was completely lost, adrift alone in the vast ocean. The waves grew higher, threatening to engulf her small boat. Cold seawater splashed onto the deck, and Emma could feel the imminent danger of death with each icy spray.
"Help!" she screamed instinctively, her voice filled with terror and desperation. But her cry was quickly swallowed by the roaring wind and waves, leaving only the thunderous sound of the sea and her increasingly frantic, almost hopeless breathing. At that moment, loneliness and fear reached their peak, and she felt smaller and more helpless than ever.
The boat pitched violently, each impact threatening to shatter it. Emma stumbled, losing her balance and nearly being thrown from the cabin. In that dangerous moment, she suddenly remembered George's warm embrace and regretted her reckless escape, but it was too late. In the vast ocean, she trembled helplessly, overwhelmed by the stormy waves of fate.
At that moment, Emma lost all courage and hope, her heart filled only with despair and fear.
She never imagined her end would come at sea.
Far away on the island, George was jolted awake by a piercing alarm. Instinctively sensing something was wrong, he immediately checked his phone. The flashing red warning light indicated that Emma's boat had veered off course and was speeding toward a highly dangerous area.
That area was the last place he wanted anyone to go.
"Emma!" he shouted, filled with anxiety and worry.
Without hesitation, George sprang into action. He raced to his jet ski with swift, decisive movements, driven by a sense of urgent purpose. Despite his body not being fully recovered and his wounds still healing, he started it without a second thought.
The sea wind whipped at his face, leaving cold, wet traces.
George's eyes were fixed on the distant, blurry horizon, burning with a near-mad determination. He knew the dangers of that area better than anyone. It wasn't just any stretch of ocean; it was a life-devouring hell. Countless ships and lives had mysteriously vanished there, but he would not let Emma become another victim.
"Emma, wait for me!" He muttered to himself.
The jet ski sped across the water quickly, heading straight into the unknown.
Every second felt like an eternity to George, time stretching unbearably. He could vividly imagine the fear and danger Emma might be facing. The stubborn yet fragile Emma surely needed his protection now. No matter the cost, no matter the obstacles, he would save her. Her safety was more important than his own life.
Unwavering, fearless in the face of death!
This was his promise to Emma, his sole belief.
George's gaze focused intently, piercing through the waves, directed straight toward where Emma was. In his world, there was only one mission: save her at all costs. Even if the path led to the abyss, he would not stop.
Gradually, the calm sea disappeared.
In its place were raging waves.
George knew he had reached the dangerous waters.
He felt the terrifying, almost hellish power of the area. The wind howled, threatening to tear him apart, as if invisible demons were ripping at him.
Waves towering several feet high crashed against his jet ski like moving mountains. The water surged violently, each impact nearly capsizing the jet ski, threatening to swallow it into the ocean's depths.
"Emma, where are you?" he growled, his eyes sharp and determined, searching the thick fog for any sign of her. His gaze seemed to pierce through the mist and waves, focused solely on the one person he cared about.
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