The six of them were tossed about on the yacht, caught in the whirlpool's currents. The air they breathed was intensely hot and humid.
A closer look revealed that the whirlpool's rapid rotation generated powerful suction. Yet even within the chaotic vortex, the water seemed to be controlled by a magnetic field, forming evenly distributed, layered tracks.
Every individual seemed insignificant in the face of such a crisis; nature's traps do not distinguish between friend and foe. The yacht's engine roared to maximum power, appearing to charge straight for the whirlpool's center.
The group held on tight, securing themselves to the yacht. They watched as the whirlpool sucked in the objects beside them—including, to their horror, sea creatures nearly the size of their vessel.
