The crane was once again operational, and the fishermen worked methodically, if not silently, to bring in the nets. The normal shouts and scurrying about had fizzled into lethargic auto-pilot.
In dry clothes and wrapped in a blanket, Heather sat in the sun along with Matt on the bow of the boat. After the initial shock of seeing Heather re-surface, the crew had kept an arm’s distance from her. Apparently, none of them expected to see her alive, and were now too ashamed to approach her due to their lack of effort to save her.
Even Alan had kept his distance. After she was back on deck, he immediately jumped back into Yellowfin One and took off over the water.
Yellowfin One Heather didn’t care. She simply stared out across the water. The images of her underwater adventure repeated
