What's a shark? they asked in unison.
It's a fish as big as you guys with teeth as big as yours and a nasty attitude.
There's no fish as big as us in the whole world, the toothy whale scoffed.
Didn't used to be, she said.
Pod members, wait, said a calmer whale voice. This is all familiar. Remember the stories our elders told of fish like that long ago on ancient Terra, when we ruled the coastlines? The fish were called-yes-they were called sharks. And they were fierce good sport. But they did not prey on us. We preyed on them!
The orca she was riding flipped over suddenly, then righted himself, and she felt the fin tear as she slid off his back. He let out a high sound that made her head feel like it was going to explode, and flipped again, leaving her by herself with a mouth full of torn fin. She spit it out and tried to swim under the pod but they were too many, too large, and too fast.
Once more she was entombed in a wall of darkness with teeth. She felt/heard another attacker an instant before he slammed into her shoulder and neck, but he was too large and she was too small and too surrounded to escape.
High on the inside! Strike! Her attacker gloated.
Swim aside, she's mine. She took a bite of me. Now it's my turn.
She screamed the scream of a terrified seal, and silently she cried for help as she had not done before, though she knew there was nothing Ronan, a bunch of sea turtles, a little otter, and two unarmed boys could do except become whale food too.
RONAN HEARD HIS twin's first cry of alarm and didn't wait for further explanation. He felt her fear charge through his spine. Flipping over, he swam back toward her.
"What's the matter, little bruthah? Where're you-where're we-goin'?" Ke-ola asked, revising his question as the Honu whose shell he held spun around to follow Ronan.
Ronan couldn't answer him but the Honus could. Murel is under attack. The Honu was silent for a moment then continued, Whales, she thinks, orcas.
"Whales wouldn't do that," Ke-ola protested, remembering his stories. "Whales are good people. They wouldn't hurt a girl like that without-"
She is no human child to them, but a seal who is their rightful prey, another Honu told him.
"If we explain it to them?" Ke-ola asked.
"Bruthah, you are such a dreamer!" Keoki, who also understood the Honu's thoughts, told him. "You don't know any of these things, any of this land. You got a head full of Aunty Kimmie's tall tales about the old days, which she never really lived through either. Things are different now."
Keoki had to sneer at his brother's notions very quickly because the Honu he was on was swimming much faster than he would have thought possible.
Ronan sent out one sonar signal after another.
Slow down, boy. Pace yourself so you can receive, a Honu cautioned.
What do you know about it? Ronan demanded rudely, because he was in a hurry and upset and he didn't want to slow down to listen. He had never felt such fear and panic from his sister before.
I may not have sonar, the Honu replied, but it just makes sense that if you ask your world a question, you should wait a second for the answer.
Ronan forced himself to wait a nano between signals and immediately sensed an enormous presence dead ahead about three klicks to the north. A mass of enormous presences.
The sonar didn't pick up Murel at all, but for another few furious lengths Ronan felt her desperately trying one thing after another to elude or dissuade her attackers.
He didn't send anything toward her. He didn't want to distract her. Maybe he should send to Da? But no, what good would that do? Da was far away, too far away to help. But what if the next thing he had to send to his father was that Murel was gone?
No!
The waves rose and he dived, cutting through the currents with strong undulations of his torso. Eight of the Honus dived with him, but those carrying Keoki and Ke ola hesitated. The one carrying Sky dived too, in a moment, and the otter loosed himself and darted forward.
Otters are very brave and ferocious in battle! he cried. Your sky otter friend is coming to save you, sister river seal! Do not give up!
The seas ahead of them grew confused and murky. Ronan's sonar detected something shooting upward from the sea floor and swimming toward Murel and the orcas.
He couldn't tell what it was but it did not feel like a single creature.
Da! he cried. Da! Help!
Then, realizing, as Murel had earlier, that the whales could kill him and the others as well, he added, Killer whales are trying to kill Murel. We're on our way but- He didn't finish the thought: that their efforts might be fatal as well as futile.
Instead he said, We love you, including both parents.
ODDLY ENOUGH, YANA was the one who first knew her daughter was in danger. She was working late, finishing up some paperwork, while Sean escorted the shark tank as it was being transported to the coast.
In the middle of a stack of immigration applications, she suddenly felt a bolt of panic shoot through her. A seasoned veteran of the Company Corps, Yana was not personally given to bolts of panic. But although this one didn't originate with her, it caused her a bolt of her own. "Murel!" she cried, and stood straight up, knocking her chair over.
Then she sat back down again and called her husband.
The com unit to his mobile beeped five times while Yana paced and snapped her fingers repeatedly. Finally, Sinead, Sean's sister, who also was working on the shark relocation project, answered.
"Sinead, where's Sean?"
"He just now sealed out of here without an explanation and started swimming coastward," Sinead said. She didn't sound sleepy, but then, moving the sharks was a tricky operation. The barge and the powerful but makeshift tugboat towing it had brilliant lights so they could see the waters around them far enough to avoid trouble. Sinead didn't even sound particularly tired, but like Sean, she was apt to focus on the projects she undertook to the exclusion of creature comforts. Yana recalled when she had been like that herself, before motherhood and bureaucracy became her projects. Now she got plenty tired plenty often. "I had to fish the mobile out of the river. Why? What's wrong?"
"It's the kids-Murel, I think. I just got this terrible feeling that she's in trouble."
"I think Sean must have had the same feeling, Yana. How can I help?"
"I don't know. If I think of something, I'll pick you up on the way out to the coast."
"Okay, I'll continue shark wrangling until then."
Yana's next call was to Johnny Green at the helipad, and Marmie, who promised to make a call that would have what Yana thought she needed loaded and ready to go.
Meanwhile she went out to the moonlit corral and whistled for her favorite curly coat, Pi. When Pi came to her, she patted the horse and vaulted onto her bare back, hanging on to her mane as they jumped the corral fence and galloped along the river to the old Space Base, where the helipad was.
She saw the landing lights and the copter's beacon from a mile away. The rotors were whirling. She jumped off Pi before her mount became startled, swatted the horse on the rump, and sent her home. Johnny and Rick O'Shay, Yana's flight instructor-a former Company Corps pilot now retired to Petaybee-waved at her from the cockpit.
Pet Chan, Marmie's security chief, leaned out and gave her a hand up onto the inner deck. Beside her sat a burly barrel-chested man with grizzled hair and mustache. Pet introduced him as Raj.
Raj handed her a headset, like the ones everyone else wore, and Pet stopped shouting. "Raj is Marmie's personal jeweler and armorer," Pet explained. "When
Johnny told us Murel was in danger, Raj grabbed a few of his favorite toys."
Raj shook her hand. "Raj Norman, Colonel. You're the mama, right?"