VOR: Into the Maelstrom
Chapter One
The waning moon hung low over the horizon, a sliver of white, dimmed
now and again by wisps of trailing clouds. The waters of the
Atlantic shimmered in its silvery light, the gentle swells gleaming
like burnished steel, sweeping in against Angola's coastline. The
rolling surf crested and washed up onto a steep, shallow beach, then
fell back whispering the promise of its next surge. Even here, near
the water's edge, the land knew little relief from Africa's long
days. Late into the night the sun's heat continued to seep from the
blistered ground, barely stirred by a sluggish and intermittent
breeze.
Here the Maelstrom would first taste of the Earth.
A dozen fishing skiffs had been dragged well above the high-tide
mark and lashed to supports sunk deeply to prevent a rogue wave from
claiming one of the small boats. No harbor, no docks. Local people
thought of Novo Cocarada as a fishing village because half the
families relied on the Atlantic's fickle waters to survive. The rest
depended on what little they could grow in the sun-baked dirt the
few scrawny cattle and goats gr ... read full excerpt from Vor: Into the Maelstrom ebook
