Entry Three -- The Cyclades Powerful waves struck the flank of the ferry, rocking the boat from side to side. The Mediterranean had become rough and angry. Incongruously, bright sun shone in the blue sky above: below, a stormy sea. Row after row of passengers sat in comfortable chairs, although the expression on their faces was anything but one of comfort. Miranda commented, "I once read that the best place to ride out a storm at sea is in the bow." "That makes absolutely no sense - “ I said, the nausea welling up inside me, "there's much more
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