Em Teedee said, “Master Lowbacca observes that this vehicle bears some similarity to his own T-23 skyhopper.”
Jaina looked at the ginger-furred Wookiee. “Reminds me more of the controls of the Millennium Falcon. You and I wouldn’t have any problem piloting this thing, Lowie,” she said. Lowbacca rumbled in agreement.
The wavespeeder took them away from the rough foamy waters around the reef, on which the isolated fortress towered like a citadel overlooking the blue-green ocean of Hapes.
Jacen sat back and talked with Tenel Ka as they let themselves be lulled by the reflected sunlight and the hypnotic undulation of the waves. “Hey, Tenel Ka,” he said tentatively. “I’ve got a great joke—listen. Which side of an Ewok has the most fur?”
Tenel Ka looked at him seriously. “I have never considered the question.”
“The outside! Get it?”
“Jacen, why do you so often tell me jokes?” she asked. “I do not believe I ever laugh at them.”
Jacen shrugged. “Hey, I was just trying to cheer you up.”
Tenel Ka threw him an odd glance. “You think I need cheering up?”
When he answered her, Jacen noticed that he had a difficult time keeping his eyes away from the healed pinkish stump of her arm. “Well, you just seemed kind of quiet and serious.”
Tenel Ka raised her eyebrows. “Am I not always quiet and serious?”
Jacen forced a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Tenel Ka continued, “We have discussed this, Jacen. Please do not assume that I need cheering up, that I am helpless, or that I have somehow turned into a whimpering weakling. I am still a Jedi trainee, and I believe I will still become a Jedi Knight … as soon as I figure out how.”
Jacen reached over tentatively to rest his fingers on her arm and slid them down until she caught his hand in her strong grip.
“If there’s any way I can help you, let me know,” he said.
She gave his hand a brief squeeze. “I will.”
The wavespeeder cruised around a set of sharp rock points that thrust up from the water. The Dragon’s Teeth, Tenel Ka called them. The jagged pinnacles hunched together, and the surging waters spurted between them with a slamming sound, regularly erupting in a geyser of white foam.
The engines roared as the craft turned to skirt the turbulence near the Dragon’s Teeth, then picked up speed again, shooting out toward the open waves. Jaina and Lowie studied the course, each making calculations and trying to guess how far the craft might take them before they circled back.
“It’s about time for lunch,” Jacen said, rummaging through the food baskets and handing out meal packets.
When Lowie roared in agreement, Em Teedee said, “Well, of course, Master Lowbacca—aren’t you always hungry?” The young Wookiee chuffed with laughter, but did not disagree.
The wind from their passage whipped spray in their faces, and the salty-fresh air made Jacen ravenous. He and his friends ate the self-warming meal packs and filled their cups from a thermal beverage container.
Jaina stared through the wavespeeder’s transparisteel windscreen while she munched. She glanced at the course again. “I wonder how far this is going to take us.”
Up ahead Jacen noted that the water seemed to have a different color and consistency … to be more greenish and rough-looking.
Lowie sniffed, sniffed more deeply, then growled a query. Em Teedee answered, “I couldn’t tell you, Master Lowbacca—my scent analyzers can’t seem to match this with the appropriate data to provide a clear answer. Salt, of course, iodine … and some sort of decomposing biological matter, perhaps?”
Jacen caught it too: a sick, sour stench that clogged the air and weighed it down. “Smells like dead fish.”
Tenel Ka narrowed her eyes in concentration. “And rotting seaweed. Something very old is there. Something … not healthy.”
Jaina scanned their course again. “Well, the wavespeeder’s taking us right toward it.”
Before anyone else could speak, they cruised into the strange, gelatinous area. The water was covered with leafy, floating seaweed as dense as jungle undergrowth. Thick, rubbery tentacles with long wet thorns glistened in the water. Huge, scarlet flowers as big as Jacen’s head opened up in the thickest portions of the morass.
Jacen leaned over the edge of the wavespeeder to get a better look. The center of each fleshy-lipped flower held a cluster of moist blue fruits that made the entire blossom look like a wide-open eye. This impression was heightened when the wavespeeder’s passing triggered some sort of reflex and the petals of the floating plants blinked closed like eyelids squeezing shut.
“Weird,” his sister said next to him.
“Interesting,” he replied.
Ahead, the tangled mass of spiny seaweed extended as far as they could see. The wavespeeder continued automatically across the undulating surface of the water, and the foul smell grew stronger. The thick stems and fronds of weed twitched, as if moving by themselves, although Jacen decided it must be caused by swirling currents in the water underneath.
Some of the large eye-flowers rose on their stalks and turned in their direction, as if studying them. Jacen shivered and glanced at Jaina. “Uh, then again … maybe ‘weird’ is a better word for it,” he agreed.
Lowie looked around, moaning uneasily. Jaina met the Wookiee’s gaze and bit her lower lip. “Yeah, I’ve got a bad feeling about where this boat is taking us. I don’t know if I want to go any deeper into this seaweed desert.”
“But we’re stuck with the autopilot, aren’t we?” Jacen said. “If you shut it off, how’ll we get back?”
The young Wookiee barked an answer at the same time as Jaina replied, “Been keeping an eye on the course. Lowie and I could probably find our way back home. Ought to be pretty easy.”
Tenel Ka stood up, scanning the seaweed, as if trying to remember something. “Jaina is right,” she said. “We should return now. To remain here would be unwise.”
Jaina and Lowie took over the controls, throttling back while they disengaged the autopilot. As they eased the craft around to head back out of the seaweed, the engine sputtered to a stop.
Since he loved to investigate strange plants and animals, Jacen took the opportunity to lean over the side of the speeder again. He reached down to touch the rubbery, interesting-looking seaweed.
Suddenly, every red eye-flower swiveled to stare at him.
“Whoa!” Jacen said. He waved his hand experimentally, and the flowers turned, attracted by the motion.
Intrigued, he reached for the closest blossom—and a slick tentacle of seaweed whipped up to wrap around his wrist, capturing him in its barbed embrace.
“Hey!” he shouted. Thorns stung his arm. The seaweed began to pull. “Help!”
He grabbed the railing of the wavespeeder with his free hand to keep from being yanked into the mass of ravenous seaweed. The tentacles thrashed wildly now … hungrily. Other fronds reached up to slap the side of the boat, twining themselves about the rail.
Lowbacca leaped from the nearby pilot station and grabbed his friend’s legs just as the tentacle, redoubling its efforts, gave a sharp jerk and pulled Jacen over the railing. He dangled over the water, struggling to free his arm from the seaweed.
Tenel Ka suddenly appeared beside them. Wrapping her legs around the deck rail, one of her throwing knives gripped tightly in her hand, she bent to slash at the tentacle that grasped Jacen’s arm. The seaweed cut free with a snap, and in the recoil Lowbacca managed to yank Jacen back onto the deck.