Natural Enemy 2-7A

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“Over there!” Mako’s hand lashed out, finger pointing to the far end of the reef where another shorter piece of hull stuck out of the water with white foam churning around it. Almost enough to hide everything else, the seafoam couldn’t fully cover the tangled net; a mess of green and brown seaweed drifting near…

Aloha ʻoe… A warm, wet blanket made of light pressed Kai down into the wax of his board as he drifted with eyes half-closed. Lids glued together with so much dried salt, he did nothing but watch the inside of his own skull turn orange under the sun.  Aloha ʻoe… The ocean was playing nice…

“Seriously, you’ve gotta be joking.” The words were flat as anything, hitting the dull stuffy air of the outpost’s lobby like mud. The fan rotors kept beating above his head, each turn sounding off louder and louder with the wub-wub-wubbing almost as powerful as his heartbeat. Even with the polite practiced smile on the lieutenant’s…

“Whoooo-hoooo!” Salt. Too much of it. A whole bucket of the stuff slapped him right in the open mouth, drowning out the yell before it could really get legs behind it. Kai spluttered foam, choking and snorting as white stuff blasted free from his nose and mouth both. Fuuuu- Arms went out wide, spinning like…