She entered the galley. Plates still stacked in a rack. A child’s shoe. Then, the main salon. And there, floating just above a collapsed mahogany table, was the jade box. It was about the size of a shoebox, carved with serpents, and it was humming. A low, resonant thrum that vibrated through Marina’s teeth.
She jerked her hand back. The hum stopped. The ambient sound of the ocean returned—the distant groan of a freighter’s propeller, the snap of shrimp. Ilhabela 2
Leo was pale. “We’re leaving that thing at the bottom. Now.” She entered the galley