Thirteen
Saturday, April 23
Cocolí Locks, Panama Canal
Eva was still in the ship’s hold with her team, sitting on the equipment lockers and eating granola bars, when an unearthly sound enveloped them. Like steel bending.
Another seiche was upon them.
A bigger one.
Water sloshed from the dolphins’ pools onto the deck of the hold as the enormous Bougainville tilted from side to side. The creaking of the ship was deafening. The dolphins whistled and clicked, Axel cursed in German, and Jose moaned something incomprehensible. Eva clutched the canvas strap to the equipment locker on which she sat.
“Everyone, hold on tight to something!” Sarah said, looking very concerned. “It’s going to get worse.”
And it did. It was like riding a giant amusement ride swing without a harness. The intensi
