Should You Ever Go Looking for a Turtle…
Adam winced when Ramata touched his foot. “Ow!”
“It’s going to hurt! Be still.”
“How bad is it?”
“I’ll tell you later. Hold your breath,” Ramata said. They took a piece of seaweed from a belt pouch and tied it around the wound, cinching it tight. “This should stop the bleeding, but it’s going to hurt for a long while. Not much I can do about that.”
Tears welled again in Adam’s eyes as he contorted his body around in an attempt to see the shark bite. “This suit is a pain sometimes.” He gave up to rest and floated down to the floor of the room.
“I am so glad to see you two.”
“We didn’t realize we’d lost you until we got to the ship,” Ramata said. The water-folk swam about the room swishing the water as much as possible. “I’m trying to get rid of this blood,” Ramata replied to quizzical looks from Adam and Spot.
“We turned around, Adam, and no you! What happened?”
Adam looked at Spot. “You went too fast, I guess. You went too fast and didn’t wait.”
“But we agreed to keep at it until we arrived.”
“You’re here now, Adam,” Ramata reminded him.
“I know, I know. It’s not your fault. I’m scared, that’s all.”
“The good thing is: this is where we need to be.”
“This is it. The Turtle is here. Well, not here, in this room, but in this ship. We just have to find it.”
“Ramata, this ship is huge,” argued Spot. “How’re we supposed to find the Turtle?”
Ramata opened the door a crack and stuck their head partway out. “We start by looking,” they whispered. “Looks clear for now. Adam, can you swim?”
“I don’t know. Spot, is my foot still bleeding?”
“Umm…looks all right. Ramata, are you sure those sharks are gone?”
“No, but they’re not right outside anymore, slamming against the door. And that’s about the best we can hope for. Adam, if you can swim, we should go.”
“I can try.”