A visit from an old friend Part II

“Damn it, where is it?”

“Sol.”

“Ah!”

“The boat cut off communication. Nashley tried to hack them, but they didn’t pick up.” Eric ran to me. He was holding an iPad which Nashley had installed a communication tool. An image of three dots representing moving boats appeared. They were approaching even though they should not. “Turn on only the navigation radar so we can identify their locations.”

“It’s like they are asking for death. They won’t survive if they come here.”

“What do we do then? Should I drive a boat out to block them?”

“If we do that, our people will die. The engine will grab the attention of the megalodons.”

“But we have no other choices. People will die either way.” I lowered my gaze, trying to find something we could do. I actually liked Eric’s idea, but it was too risky. I did not know who the unfortunate ones would be if we picked them up by boat. I did not want to bet my people’s lives on those emotionally unpredictable fish.