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

bigger than what she'd seen on

questions - she'd rather

a

we take a few laps to digest?" Stella pondered, but she wasn't one to indulge such whims. How much

with planter boxes, perfect

had become not just a meatball specialist

planting seeds and watering them, their activity

spirit alive - even Cooper agreed, engaging in parkour on the cruise ship, pestering the trainer to set up

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

but her brother disagreed, "The sea's too dangerous. What if they get out and are eaten

was worried about; Stella wouldn't

poultry when at any moment, one might need to switch escape modes? You can hardly take

jet streaking across

twisted and turned in the air, revealing a bright

stirred much in Stella, but adrift with no destination, the twirling

emitting thick smoke - a sign of a

ocean offered

a figure suddenly ejected, falling rapidly before

jet continued to spiral downward, trailing circles of smoke before crashing heavily

through her binoculars: the nose of the plane plunged first, and due to its high velocity,

disappearance of its

to the sky,

boy, the jumper was drifting

clad in a pilot's

meters...

trying to control his

time. Jasper, alerted by the noise, arrived with Rosie and Cooper.

vest

helped to untangle the cumbersome parachute,