“Drak,” Rohi grumbled. She should know better than to slow an airboat so quickly. If she wasn’t smart, she’d sink the thing before she got anywhere. Stupidity replaced the freedom coursing through her blood.
In the dark of the early morning, she unlatched the hook that Tonton kept standard on all his boats and aimed it at the can, but it wouldn’t quite reach. If she leaned any further, she’d lose the hook, too. She didn’t like blind water, not that the Erbwaters were ever clear as the sandy bottom ocean. Probably no loricators out here, though. She stowed the hook, pulled off her tennis shoes and slipped feet first into the cool black.
Her toes scooped the muck at the bottom, and she snatched them free. Something nudged between her shoulders, and she stifled a shriek. It was only a hunk
