Thirty-Six
Monday December 20
Fort Morgan Cay
At sunset, Thomas prepared for action. He downed two liters of water and ate a cold expired MRE of chicken a la king before assembling his dive gear and donning a wetsuit, making do with what Mel had left on the boat. As he emerged onto the deck, Cleo spotted him and swam back and forth, squeaking excitedly. She also continued to make that same whistle as before.
Thomas tilted his head, appraising the dolphin. He planned to cross the key on foot and then enter the bay on the other side, so he might be able to leave her behind… but he suspected she’d just swim around the key and follow. Cleo seemed almost as stubborn as Taffy. Which meant he would have to protect her.
He went back into the cabin, grabbed the MK1, and loaded it up. He hoped
