Chapter Twelve
Ross threw his mask and fins up to Nathan before he clumsily climbed up the ladder attached to the side of the boat. The moment he was on the deck, he turned and scanned the area around him. He undid the clasps on his buoyancy compensator, better known as a BC, when he felt Nathan lift the tank behind him.
“You weren’t down very long this last time,” Nathan said in surprise. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
Ross cast an impatient look at Nathan as he shrugged out of the vest. Ripping the hood of his dry suit off, he tossed it onto the pile of other equipment he had handed to Nathan. Refusing to answer, he climbed along the side of the trawler and up to the bow. Standing on the higher platform allowed him to see further.
“Where are the binoculars?” Ross called ou
