Forty
Thursday, March 25, 5:08 P.M. CST
Tranquility Bay Resort
“Hey, mon, it’s time to go.”
Thomas woke from a deep, dreamless nap, his parched mouth feeling like it needed an entire barrel of water. He was in a hammock, and Ruben stood before him, blocking the setting sun. The sky was a riot of red streaks.
Ruben held out a drink to him. “It’s from Tess.”
Thomas took it. It held a thick green mixture. “What is it?”
Ruben smiled. “Mon, I just know that if Tess made it, it’s good for you and has nothing created by animals in it. Just drink it and let’s go. I got the tanks refilled. The equipment is all on the badima ready to go.”
Thomas gulped down the concoction, identifying kale and ginger, then headed over to the dock for their evening dive to hunt lionfish. Ranger Oliver, Leo an
