Page 113 of Hidden Depths

"It's time."

"They won't trust us."

"I know."

"They may think we're the threat."

"I know."

"Then why?"

The older man looked toward Sea Whisper.

"Because if I wait another hour..."

"...someone else will reach them first."

On the bridge...

Storm watched the trawler growing larger.

Every instinct she possessed told her to keep her distance.

Every lesson Grandpa had ever taught her echoed through her mind.

Never invite uncertainty aboard.

But never ignore a ship that changes course toward you.

She looked at Ward.

"What would you do?"

He didn't answer immediately.

"I'd prepare for the worst."

"And hope for the best."

Ben nodded.

"I agree."

Storm reached for the microphone.

"All crew to stations."

Her voice remained calm.

"Quiet protocol."

"No alarms."

"No panic."

Just as Grandpa had taught her.

Hazel met Calle in the passageway.