Fifty-Eight
Saturday, May 28
Offshore from Moloka‘i
Thomas used hand signs to instruct Jose and the dolphins to stay. He hoped they understood, yet if they did, none of them gave him any indication one way or the other. The dolphins merely regarded them with their dark liquid eyes, while Jose made no eye contact at all. Thomas would have to proceed on faith. With the fishing boats driving away, there was no place for the dolphins to take Jose anyway. They might as well stay nearby, and then when Thomas returned with his tutu—if he returned—they could all leave together.
He kicked to the back of the superyacht and surfaced at the ladder. He climbed cautiously, peeking above the deck, but saw no one in the immediate area. Slipping quickly behind a storage container, he used it as a hidin
