Coming Out of the Deep
They were preparing to dive.
Humans wore those when they dove. There were other items, too: long, narrow, sharp rods with cords wrapped tightly around them. One of the men raised one and pointed it at the ocean, as if he were lining up a shot. The object had a metal point at the end that gleamed in the sunlight.
“Reed…” I said quietly, watching them pile these items onto the boat. “What are those?”
“Diving gear,” he answered without looking at me, his voice tense. “Harpoons. Night goggles. Sonar.” I had no idea what it all meant, so I asked Reed what they were for. He said hunting, and my blood ran cold.
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