Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

I grabbed her and shouted in her face and she
kicked at me, and when I wouldn’t let go and she
couldn’t force me to, she began to cry, just wordless
howls of despair.
I tried to drag her back toward the lighthouse, but
she was like a stone in the water, pulling me down.
“You have to swim!” I shouted. “Swim or we’ll drown!”
And then I saw it—the faintest blink of red light. It
was close, just below the surface. At first I didn’t say
anything, afraid I’d imagined it, but then it blinked a
second time.
Emma whooped and shouted. It looked like the
cage had landed on another wreck—how else could it
have come to rest so shallowly?—and because it had
only just sunk, I told myself it was possible the birds
were still alive.
We swam and prepared to dive for the cage,
though I didn’t know where the breath would come
from, we had so little left. Then, strangely, the cage
seemed to rise toward us.
“What’s happening?” I shouted. “Is that a wreck?”
“Can’t be. There are none over here!”
“Then what the hell is that?”
It looked like a whale about to surface, long and
massive and gray, or some ghost ship rising from its
grave, and there erupted a sudden and powerful swell
that came up from below and pushed us away. We
tried to paddle against it but had no more luck than
flotsam caught in a tidal wave, and then it thudded
against our feet and we were rising, too, riding its
back.
It came out of the water beneath us, hissing and
clanking like some giant mechanical monster. We
were caught in a sudden rush of foaming surf that
raced off it in every direction, thrown hard onto a
surface of metal grates. We hooked our fingers
through the grates to keep from being washed into the