FIFTY-ONE
Taffy was so worried she was afraid she might regurgitate the bony milkfish she’d just caught. And to think, just moments ago she had felt so happy. She and Finn had frolicked on the way back to the big metal ship in a way that they hadn’t in so long. Her big wholphin mate had even been getting a tad fresh with her. Big guy, we can’t handle another Chico, she’d whistled to him flirtatiously.
That was when she realized that something was wrong. As she echolocated on the ship, she detected multiple objects attached to the side of it. Objects that hadn’t been there before.
She rushed forward to inspect them, and Finn followed, lagging behind. Even with her fin prosthesis, she was faster than the wholphin, who’d slowed a bit with age and his many recent injuries.
On further inspe
