The Kraken
Gracelyn, eyes closed, she abandoned herself to the caress of the wind fragrant of salt, which was blowing on her face and blew her long brown hair, while the boat is going faster on the surface of the ocean, off the southern coast. Leaning to starboard, her head bent slightly on the shoulder, you enjoyed those few moments of peace, savoring the feeling of absolute serenity and charm that his natural element, suited her. Very soon, he thought, would regret those moments, once the boat had reached its destination in the area where a threat is still not well defined, was slowly sucking the life from the sea.
- Chief, we are.
voice Chuck shook from that torpor almost dreamlike, and Grace opened her eyes. The boat was stopped - she had not noticed the maneuver, it was immersed in his trance elemental - and his assistant was staring at her with a complacent smile on his face tanned. Chuck was an aborigine, and understood the substance of dreams. One of the reasons why Grace had put him in command of the Australian section of the Star-Shaped Sheashell org.
- Well, Chuck, is here so ...
- yes the very least, this is the area marked on the virtual map prepared by Devereaux ... and between ourselves, Cape something tells me that this is where we start to have some answers.
That something was another reason why Chuck had a vital role in the organization of the Company, and in consideration of professional Grace. The young Aboriginal was in fact a highly developed telepathic sensitivity, which made him extremely valuable for the purposes of the Sea Star org. The last reason was the absolute discretion and loyalty of the young, one of the few people familiar with the nature of the Atlantean manager with green eyes.
- Well, then proceed as agreed, Chuck. Turn on the scanner's depth, and creates an anti-radar coverage over a radius of, say, three nautical miles, records everything, and stay in constant contact with me ... - Grace touched her temple with two fingers, indicating a type of contact is not covered by the exact sciences.
- of course - Chuck nodded, approaching with a wetsuit, cobalt blue, that to him. Grace shook her hand.
- Not this time, Chuck. It 's too missing from the sea, I want to feel the currents on the skin, my friend - he said, smiling.
He took off his t-shirt, Timberland loafers, and short shorts, of cotton. Underneath he wore a two-piece patterned with green and blacks. With an agile leap he jumped on board the boat, keeping a balance balancing on his toes, and stretched out his arms. Keep your hands, assuming a pose as an expert diver, the wind stirred hair slightly, while Undine savored every moment of waiting, before the leap into the depths of the ocean.
Grace turned to Chuck one last time, smiled, and with one bound sprang into the water, disappearing in a flash below the surface.
- Good luck, Chief - Chuck murmured, becoming serious. Then he turned and went back inside the cab controls, ready to do its part.
Caress of underwater currents was infinitely sweeter and more delicate than that of the surface wind. Accept it, reminding her that she was a creature of water, and his house was the ocean, vast and varied as the universe that contained it.
swam fast, enjoying the delicate but pungent sensation of oxygen that enters the body through the pores of his skin, sliding along the roads, and turned into energy for life. There was no comparison with the limited respiratory capacity of the people of surface, this was pure essence of consciousness to exist.
Although the mission had forced her to give up his original physicality, his legs where he had metamorphosed the caudal fin behaved well, and alternately tapping, rattling the earth 's water with his feet, he managed to achieve considerable speed, though not as high as those of the past. But it did not matter. Renouncing its original form Ondina, had earned the love of an Angel.
Immersed in his element, and the flow of thoughts, Grace had not noticed to be significantly decreased in depth, reaching a dark and quiet-for her, could hear the voices of thousands of sea-, where the currents tended to decrease, to a stop, and where there was apparently no life.
Gracelyn stood, swaying, with slight movements of the arms and legs. Perceived as the water at that point, tends to cool gradually. Understood to be reached at the epicenter of the crisis zone.
"Chuck ... Can you hear me? " telepathically summoned the young aborigine, was on the boat.
"The Grace", the answer came directly into the right side of the brain, clear and limpid, like Chuck was there, a few feet from her.
"We have, I'd say ... What reporting tools? "
" A large unidentified mass, just below you ... and even in the face ... and your side ... Head is not very clear, the scanner gives me your location, but all the rest is like ... blurred, and changing ... Yes, I would say we are! "
Grace fell slightly more in depth, entering the heart of the dark, with caution, but without hesitation.
And the Kraken opened his eyes, staring.
Chuck was literally pushed back, while his brain seemed to explode. Ran into the wall of the cab controls, and fell to the ground, bringing his hands to his head and gritting his teeth in a grip of excruciating pain, after what seemed like the cry of death of a thousand seagulls, had ravaged his mind for long moments.
It took him ten minutes to recover, his feet, his head still buzzed, and a principle of migraine coming. Ran out of the cabin, along the bridge quickly, and scanning the ocean, while the concern began to be transformed into a sense of panic. He saw nothing, the sea was calm and flat as a board. The wind had dropped, reduced to a thin, whistling breeze.
not be permitted to go there alone, he thought, was a folly. Despite the power and the determination of Grace, that was too big a problem to deal with it, almost unconsciously. No longer felt dell'Ondina thoughts, and as the minutes passed he prepared for the worst.
Then, a noise on his right hand shook it from its torpor, and Chuck turned around in time to see an elegant shape and light to fly out of the water, and land gently, crouching on the deck . A sigh of relief escaped from the lips.
- Thank goodness ... - Muttered.
Grace stood up, approached the young man, with the water that ran down the body, wetting the deck, his face ravaged by an expression of mixed horror and resolution.
- I've seen ... - He said, speaking almost to herself, when she was a few feet from him. Chuck stared at her, mute.
Gracelyn pulled back long brown hair, and looked toward the ocean surface - is worse than we thought ..., Chuck ...
The Aboriginal nodded, continuing to remain silent.
Grace went back to fix it - You can route to the coast - said - I ... I ... I need to talk to Gabe.
Chuck And as it turned toward the cabin controls, Grace sat down on deck, stretched his legs by relaxing the muscles and mind. He closed his eyes and pulling out the step size for the White Beach
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