18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 415

The ocean breeze started picking up, and thinking about squeezing into those cramped life rafts, the two who were already uneasy decided to stretch out on the deck, making the most of their freedom while they still could. "Look, a bat!" Rosie shouted as a huge creature suddenly burst out of the sea.

Jasper squinted into the distance and saw a large marine animal with a white belly and dark back gliding just above the water. He turned to his sister, "That's a manta ray. Some of them can weigh thousands of pounds. They've been around for over a hundred million years, like living fossils of the ocean..."

Rosie quickly grabbed her phone to snap some pictures.

Stella scanned the horizon with her binoculars and spotted a flotilla of sailboats about 3 nautical miles away.

But these weren't your typical sailboats; they were handmade rafts, crafted from massive logs tied together, complete with masts and sails to catch the wind.

The rafts had makeshift houses on them, loaded with all sorts of supplies.

Too far away to see clearly, it was hard to tell if the people on board were elites or indigenous folk, their skin darkened by the sun to the point of being indistinguishable.

There seemed to be dozens of them, likely living at sea for quite some time, their faces and limbs peeling from sunburn.

Stella observed closely and didn't spot any women or children, just strong men armed to the teeth with weapons like knives, guns, axes, pitchforks, and spears. They didn't look like the kind you'd want to mess with.

"Don't test humanity in an apocalypse," she thought. "It could end badly."

Handing the binoculars to Jasper, Stella said, "They might be heading our way."

After a look, Jasper suggested, "Should we steer clear?"

"Land's submerged, borders are gone. It's one big global family now," Stella replied with no desire for conflict, "Yeah, let's avoid them."

Under Mr. Howe's guidance, the novice sailor Stella took the helm of the yacht and made a sharp 90-degree turn, steering clear about 10 nautical miles, only stopping when they were sure there was no threat within the binoculars' reach. As night fell, the waves grew stronger, and the yacht began to rock like a cradle, lulling its four "babies" on board.

Rocking to grandmother's bridge was impossible, but it sure made it hard to sleep. What if a rogue wave hit in the middle of the night?

Decisive as always, Stella switched gears, upgrading the yacht to a cruise ship. The weight difference was clear; the stability was such that it hardly rocked at all now.

just fallen asleep and was astonished to find herself aboard

was huge, even bigger than what she'd seen on

questions - she'd rather

was as cool as a cucumber; his owner had already

we take a few laps to digest?" Stella pondered, but she wasn't one

filled with planter

become not just a meatball specialist and

soil, planting seeds and watering

in parkour on the cruise ship, pestering

meters high, biting onto the rope and swinging in midair,

disagreed, "The sea's too dangerous.

the fish he was worried about; Stella wouldn't have

life at sea was a gamble every day. How could one attend to poultry when at any moment, one might need to switch escape modes?

Stella saw a fighter jet streaking across the sky,

jet twisted and turned in the air, revealing a bright red star on its

Stella, but adrift with no destination, the twirling red star wrung her

flying too low, emitting thick smoke - a sign of

vast ocean offered no place

a figure suddenly ejected, falling rapidly before a parachute

downward, trailing circles of smoke before crashing heavily into

the plane plunged first, and due to its high velocity, it was submerged at an alarming

to the complete disappearance of its

redirected her attention to the sky, searching

jumper was drifting towards her

being clad in a pilot's uniform,

meters...

man sprinting on the deck, trying to control his momentum. But after just

some time. Jasper,

donning a bulletproof vest and

parachute, revealing a man in his