It was up to Sean John now. Meawahuahua lay incapacitated in the boat's cabin, stuck in the throes of labor. The little baby of the prophecy was about to be born. They needed to get to the sacred temple, and fast. The waterways narrowed ahead, thinning into streams between tiny islands.
Sean John touched a button on his belt, ran to the deck of the ship boat and dove gracefully into the water. In seconds, Sean John was cutting the water's surface, riding on the back of the shark that turned 10 years old today. sean john sped ahead through the waterwaya to reconnoiter and determine the beat path for the boat.
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