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Napoleon kept his attention on the yacht and watched in horror as a blinding storm erupted above it, violently churning the water and sending massive waves crashing against the boat like it was a toy in a bathtub.
Somehow the storm was contained just there, not affecting anyone standing out on the terrace, watching the scene unfold. There wasn’t even as much as a touch of a breeze.
Vicious bolts of lightning shot across the sky immediately followed by cracks of thunder so loud that one could feel it vibrate beneath their feet.
Napoleon saw Illya come on deck, struggling against the waves pounding the boat. A life jacket was washed from his hand and he almost went over the side had he not grabbed onto a rope.
Smoke erupted below deck and as black smoke poured out, Illya seemed to be retreating towards the aft, to the dinghy,Solo presumed.
Even if he were to make it, chances are it would be capsized and without a life preserver, though Illya was a strong swimmer; the chances of his survival were slim at best.
The Russian never made it to the stern, as a wave swept him overboard and beneath the water near the foundering boat.
“I think you’ve seen enough Mr. Solo,” Boucher shoved him.
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