The walls eventually receded from view, vanishing once more into the fog, but several smaller rocks began appearing in their path, like miniature islands. Maddock cut the engine again, and in the silence that followed, he could hear the slap of small waves striking against them.
“Careful,” Bones called out, pushing into the water with his oar. The blade penetrated only about a foot or so before meeting resistance. “Were over a shoal. I’ll bet at low tide, this is all above water.”
“Unless this is low tide,” Maddock said. He peered at the golden light burning from behind the shroud of fog. Though it looked no different now, he had the distinct impression that they were nearing its source. Then he glanced over the side and saw the uneven rocky surface below them. A few eels continued to da
