““You’re going the wrong way,” Ignacio Metz said, after the iris had closed behind them. Instead of turning east, the boat spiraled upward. “Just a small detour, Dr. Metz,” Takkata-Jim soothed. “Sneekah-jo, tell Streaker I’m adjusting the trim.” The dolphin on the co-pilot’s ramp began whistling to his counterpart on the ship. The sonar-speak squawked back angrily. Streaker also had noticed the change in course. Metz’s seat was above and behind Takkata-Jim’s. The water level came up to his waist.... “What are you doing?” he asked. “Jusst getting used to the controls…” “Well, watch out! You’re headed straight for the detection buoys!” Metz watched, amazed, as the craft sped toward the crew of dolphins dismantling the listening devices. The workfen scattered out of the way, cursing shrilly as the boat crashed into the tethered buoys. Metal smithereens clattered along its prow and fell into the blackness. Takkata-Jim seemed oblivious. He calmly turned the small ship around and piloted it at a sedate pace eastward, toward their island destination.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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