Page 32 - Test 1 The tennis club - Copy –Kopi_Neat

From his vantage point, Edward can see the crowded beach, filled with bathers basking in
the sun. There are a few brave souls paddling out into the water, though most are simply
enjoying the warmth. The water still isn’t warm enough for many to swim.

Then, from behind, there’s a deep roar—like the sound of a massive engine being pushed
to its limit. Edward turns, startled, his eyes wide with confusion. Elvira reacts just as

quickly, and Phoebe exclaims in shock,

"That’s crazy!"

Edward, momentarily frozen, watches in disbelief. The enormous white motor yacht he had
seen earlier is now speeding toward them at full throttle, as though it hasn’t even noticed
their small sailboat.

"What the hell is going on?" Edward exclaims; his voice tight with panic.

Down in the galley, Victoria hasn’t noticed anything, still oblivious to the rising danger.

Edward’s heart pounds in his chest. The motor yacht is heading straight for them, its

massive wake swelling. He yells at the top of his lungs,

"Down!"

But it’s too late. A split second later, the yacht roars past them on the right, its engine at
full blast, the noise deafening, like standing inside a giant mortar at maximum RPM. The
force of the wake tips their small sailboat dangerously to the side, and it nearly capsizes.

Chaos erupts. Phoebe screams, her voice barely audible above the thundering waves,

"Naja!"

The sound of her cry is drowned by the crashing waves. Victoria’s voice rings out, too, filled
with terror,

"Nooooo!"

Her scream is swallowed by the water surging into the galley. Elvira is thrown overboard, as
is little Naja, her tiny body swept into the cold, churning sea. Edward barely has time to
register Victoria’s face, bloodied from the impact, before his attention snaps to Phoebe.

She’s dangling from the railing, one leg caught in the metal, her body half over the side.