Still water [antikvár]

Ella cut the motor, and her boát drifted silently towards the shore. With no running lights to guide her there was only the pale moonlight to illuminate the rocks that lay ahead. She was tense, her grip tight on the wheel. Tall trees loomed above throwing her into deep shadow as she searched for a safe spot to tie up. Not for the first time that night she questioned what she was doing. A mixture of remorse and the fear of being discovered threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed her doubts and misgivings aside. They were a luxury she couldn't afford. With a quick gesture she wiped her eyes as unbidden tears blurred her vision. 'Not now Ella. Don't lose it now,' she told herself quietly. Ahead of her loomed the large outcrop of rock she'd been looking for. She spun the wheel quickly to avoid running aground, and the boát glided quietly broadside. Ella stepped out of the wheel-house, and rope in hand, she judged the moment to jump ashore, landing on a soft carpet of pine needles. Quickly she tied off around the trunk of a tree, and then, in the dark shelter beneath its branches, she paused to get her bearings before setting off back through the woods. A group of killer whales swam in from the deep slope waters at the edge of the shelf, moving towards an unwary prey ahead of them. The moon vanished behind drifting cloud and the water was, for a moment, as black as pitch. Overhead the sky was lit with faintly pulsing stars, and as the