The sailors were out on the open sea, the sun beating down on them as they tended to their duties. As they sailed the vast ocean, Harry couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was not right. “Why is the ocean so calm?”, “By this time of the day we should have already seen many fishes…”, he fidgety asked the others.
Suddenly, Peter, one of the sailors, spotted something in the distance. Peter had always had a sharp eye and could spot the biggest catches from a mile on. The rest of the sailors always called him ‘The Eagle’ because his eyesight could be compared to an eagle eye. When everyone else was still searching for just a blink of movement, Peter had already spotted it. Just like this time, but now it was something they had never seen before.
