I lost track of time as the weeks flowed into months.
On this day we were floating on the surface of the lagoon when a breeze sprang up. Ric’u raised his head and seemed to scent the air.
The rainy season will start soon, he told me.
Really? That meant it must be the middle of December. In the rain forest it was rainy and rainy.
When I return from…patrolling, we’ll empty your vessel’s hold. Abruptly he righted himself. Usually he’d linger, but this time he didn’t wait for a response, just dove into the depths of the lagoon and vanished.
Aside from oxygen tanks and diving equipment, the majority of the supplies I’d brought with me from Manaus consisted of box upon box filled with canned foods—although I had included a number of cases containing things like toilet paper. My definition o
