Page 93 of Daughter of the Deep

About fifty metres away through the clear blue water, theAronnaxlooms over us. She appears smaller than theNautilus, though much more sinister – a black triangle of death with zero sonar profile. Disappointingly, I see no damage on her hull from our torpedo. I doubt we look as intact or dangerous to them.

‘Comm, can you pick up anything?’ I ask. Then I remember Virgil is on the floor and his station is on fire.

TheNautilusresponds to my request instead. The loudspeaker crackles. Garbled voices come over the line – Dev yelling from the skiff; a young woman’s voice yelling back from theAronnax’s bridge. Apparently, Dev is miffed about her decision to fire a full complement of torpedoes at near point-blank range. His prize could’ve been destroyed.Hecould have been destroyed.

My mouth tastes like the bottom of a barbecue pit. Dev isn’t worried about me or any of the other lives on theNautilus. He reallyissomeone I don’t know.

‘Engine room,’ I say. ‘Nelinha, status?’

No answer. I can’t even be sure the engine room is still in one piece.

Over the comm, Dev snaps at his comrade on theAronnax’s bridge. ‘Boarding party on our approach again. Now back off, Karen!’

Karen’s exasperated sigh could ignite kindling. ‘If theNautilustries any more tricks, I will blast her to pieces, whether or not you’re on board!’

My bridge crew looks at me with a mix of desperation and hope. I must have another idea, another ace to play. Except I don’t.

My heart compresses into a lump of nemonium. ‘Prepare for boarding. Issue Leyden guns to any of the crew still willing and able to fight. We’ll have to –’ I gaze out of the window – ‘wait.’

‘Wait?’ Ester asks, confused.

I fumble to unlatch my seat belt. I run to the giant bug’s-eye dome to get a front-row view as our payload returns from the deep.

Why he chose this exact moment to emerge, I don’t know, but the ways of lovesick giant octopuses are mysterious. Romeo’s enormous tentacles wrap around theAronnax, pulling her into an embrace. Our comm fills with screams from the enemy sub. I imagine her entire crew tumbling sideways into the starboard walls.

Romeo’s bulbous head pulses with excitement as he shows his new friend some affection.I’ve heard all about you, he seems to be thinking.You need a hug.

At the same time, as if theNautilushas a sense of humour, our cold-fusion reactor decides to come back online. The purple bridge lights glow. LOCUS displays flicker to life.

Nelinha’s voice says, ‘Sorry, Captain. Still not at full power, but …’ She falters, probably checking her external displays. ‘VIXE MARIA what –? Oh, YES, BABY! That’s my cephalopod!’

Cheers echo through the corridors of theNautilus. The bridge crew gathers round me to watch as Romeo drags theAronnaxdown.

‘I bet they’ll try electrifying their hull,’ Gem says, ‘right about now.’

TheAronnaxdoes not disappoint. Green lightning dances across their hull, putting the glow of romance in Romeo’s eyes. Our octopus friend squeezes even tighter.

‘Nautilus,’ I say, ‘open a channel?’

She responds with a cheerful triangleding.She’s clearly pleased with herself.

‘Aronnax, this is Ana Dakkar,’ I announce. ‘You need to abandon ship immediately.’

‘Ana!’ Dev shrieks. ‘What is that? What have you –?’

I feel the implosion in my gut. Romeo snaps theAronnaxlike gingerbread. Fire and sea churn together. Giant silvery air bubbles, some with people inside, billow towards the surface. Romeo has broken the submarine’s heart.

My crew hoots and hollers, but I don’t feel like celebrating. We haven’t won anything if we take more lives.

‘Ester,’ I say. ‘Gather the Orcas. Suit up and get out there for rescue operations. See if you can get Romeo to stand down.’

She nods. ‘I can do that.’

‘They’re Land Institute,’ Lee-Ann points out. ‘The people who destroyed our entire school.’

‘Yes,’ I agree. ‘And we’re going to save them because we’renotLand Institute. Lee-Ann, go with them to help.’

She gulps. ‘Aye, Captain.’

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