XVII
A Long Journey Cut Short OneCampbell felt anxious, his body tense, while sitting in the comfortable pilot's seat of the clipper. His quick black eyes were constantly sweeping in monotonous darkness to track the slow ponderous movement of the giant whales. He was bored out of his mind, yet constantly on alert for signs of pursuit. He mulled over how the last two days had gone.
The first day of their voyage had seemed eternal and tedious. At first Campbell had felt ecstatic that they'd escaped the crash site undetected, and they were moving, however slowly, toward their new future. His luck had seemed untamable when he relocated the humpback whale pod within the first hours, and the whales didn't seem to mind their odd companion. Yet Campbell had quickly discovered it wasn't a simple
