Chapter 29
Calvin ran as fast as his legs would carry him, around the rocky edge of the bay toward the Baymaster’s stone hut. The same place he’d gone to report the mysterious seaweed on three boats in what seemed like another lifetime.
The thought of fishers yelling at him for interrupting their day’s work sounded like paradise to him compared to what everyone on Ajar 12 faced now.
He held his comm in one sweating hand, keying in the code for his uncle as he ran. No one else was out in the time between the morning’s boat departures and the siesta.
“Answer, Uncle Tana. Come on, answer!”
“Tana here. This better be good, Cal. We’re in the middle of pulling in more of that sea—”
“Stop! Get all the boats to shore and get on land. It’s not safe anywhere on the seas.”
“What are you talkin
