I groggily roused to consciousness to the feel of a steady pressure starting at my waist and worked up over my ribs and spine to my shoulders as artificial respiration was performed on me. Why was someone performing artificial respiration on me?
“David. David. Meu amigo, come back to us, por favor.” It was Carlos who crouched over my hips, his actions endeavoring to rid my stomach of the water I had swallowed. I turned my head and coughed weakly, vomiting up a quantity of the Lagoon of Dreams.
“Doutor Knight, como sao voce?” Captain da Rosa stood a few feet away, staring down at something a bit away on the deck.
“I’m…I’m all right. I think.”
“You frightened us, my young friend.” Carlos straightened, allowing me to angle over onto my side and cough up more water. Finally he helped me si
