Thirty-Seven
Friday, May 27
Halawa Valley, Moloka‘i
Thomas and Kai took some time to look around the Scout camp. It appeared from the tracks that the boars had been dragged into camp, not dragged out of camp. But if so, where were the carcasses? It looked as if they had been inexplicably airlifted out. Along with the boys.
Thomas couldn’t help but think of the creature he had seen last night in the harbor.
“Have there been other disappearances here?” he asked Kai.
Kai thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Only if you count the wild boars. Not too long ago, this valley had planny of them, tearing up the land. That’s why Fadda had us hunting them. Dat and pua‘a are onoliscious grinds. But they’ve become harder to find. I’m surprised these Scouts got any.”
“Any idea why the boar popula
