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Thursday, April 30, 2026

Secrets Beneath the Waves: A Snippet from AnaRose and Medusa’s Curse by Mary Ann Bernal

 

Snippet

AnaRose and Miles, equipped with their diving gear, plunged into the depths of the Aegean Sea. As they descended, the water embraced them in a cool, silent hug. Sunlight filtered through, casting light on the ruins below.

Nestled on the ocean floor, the shipwreck, a relic of seafaring heritage, rested. Amphorae, once brimming with wine and olive oil, now cradled coral and sea anemones. Divers navigated the skeletal remains of the ship’s hull, where wooden beams served as a haven for schools of darting fish.

The seabed unfolded as a living painting, its rocks and sand forming hills and valleys, adorned by seagrass dancing in the current. Curious about the newcomers, colorful fish darted through the water, weaving a tapestry of life in their underwater domain.

AnaRose gestured toward a remarkably preserved amphora with intricate patterns still evident after centuries. Miles, swimming nearer to the wreckage, gave an affirming nod. With a confident flick of her fins, AnaRose signaled Miles to shadow her lead. They swam toward the site of the recent seismic event that reshaped the seabed’s contours. The earthquake had dislodged ancient debris, now scattered like a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. Among the fragments, parts of cargo once confined within the ship’s hold now lay bare.

Her torchlight fell on a colossal stone visage, eyes wide in eternal surprise. The head of Medusa, its serpentine locks frozen in stone, stood as a tribute to the artisan’s skill. Miles swam closer, his fingers brushing against the cold, algae‑covered surface. Ancient coins, with edges worn and faces barely discernible, lay scattered across the area. Swords, their hilts encrusted with barnacles, and spears with corroded tips protruded from the seabed. Miles swept aside the sludge to unveil a breastplate, an archaeological treasure destined to remain in its watery grave.

Suddenly, two figures came out of nowhere, their intentions clear from the glint of metal. AnaRose caught sight of their weapons, signaling to Miles with urgent gestures. They were not alone.

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AnaRose and Medusa’s Curse
https://books2read.com/u/m20XR1

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https://maryannbernal.com

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