Fifteen
The yacht was huge, the kind of boat — ship? it seemed kind of disrespectful to call something so massive a “boat” — that had its own baby submarine tucked into a sort of little underwater garage near the stern of the vessel. Amber thought that would be fun, to take the submarine and explore the crystal-clear waters near the coast and watch all the colorful marine life flit past the observation windows, but today it was all about catching those fish, not observing them.
She and Bariq had gone out about half a mile from shore, close enough that she could clearly see the expanse of white sand beach with its edging of multi-million-dollar homes, and then the lushness of the rainforest just a little way beyond the developed area, showing that nature was always close by, ready to recl
