They were five thousand meters down, well into the zone where no light from the planet’s primary would reach them, settling quietly further and further into the blackness.
“Anything?” Carter whispered.
“Contact to port stern, about to come up alongside.” An immense shape appeared at the edge of their lights, moving forward, away from them. “Male, from the color. A big one.”
Carter wondered aloud, “Will he talk?”
The air-breathers, the ones living on the islands, had said the sea-dwellers were inscrutable and shy. “He knows we’re here. Morris?” Reed turned to the scientist in the third seat. “You’re on.”