His tone is so serious I discover I'm holding my breath. If the books are true, we have lost everything because of our forefather's stupidity. I hate the quiver in my voice. A roaring in the distance approaches our ship with startling speed. Within seconds it screams in the black sky over our vessel, and then is gone.
Mere seconds pass and again the roar builds.
By this time many of the crew are on deck staring up into the night. Once more the sound streaks by above us and disappears. It does not return. Some of the women go below, crying. Others mutter excitedly about what the noise could've been.