“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Tom. It’s just that you’re properly ashamed of your lack of a decent, formal education, so you would feel awkward asking about that sort of thing. Another point. Have you noticed that it isn’t actually necessary to do anything to cause a change to be made in the past? That it is sufficient to merely intend to do something?”
“I have, and it bothers me. What if you meant to do something, so what you meant to happen actually does, and then you never get around to doing it? What happens to causality?”
“I don’t know, and what’s more, I’m convinced that they don’t know either! These people absolutely never violate causality. I swear that they would murder their own grandmothers before they even thought about doing it.”
“The mind boggles. What if you can’t do what you meant to do? What if you got killed?”
“Beats me, Tom. Maybe these Smoothies don’t get killed. I suspect that they live lives that are so organized and preordained that accidents simply don’t happen. Compared to what they are used to, our world would seem dangerous indeed to them.”
A wave ducked me and I went from swimming on my back to a side stroke. I didn’t like what I saw over Ian’s shoulder.
“Speaking of which, can you tell a shark’s fin from a porpoise’s? Like that one over there, for instance?”
“No, but I think that a quick trip to shore is in order!” He started stroking for the distant shore at full speed.
“Be it so moved!” I yelled, but I don’t think he heard me.
“Ah! Something just rubbed me and took off a bit of skin!”
“That sounds like a shark! Porpoises have smooth skins. Move, boy!”
“No, wait.”
Ian pulled a pencil sized brass cylinder from the chain around his neck. In the process, he broke the chain and lost his scapular medal.
“A flare,” he said needlessly, as a bright red star flashed upwards.
I ducked under water to see what was happening. At first, all I could see were some dark shapes, fuzzy as things always are when you’re under water without goggles. Then suddenly, everything came into focus. My eyes had abilities they never had before, but what I saw left me no time to be thrilled about it. There were dozens of sharks down there!
“Ian, we’re in big trouble! There’s . . .”
“Don’t worry! The cavalry, in the nick of time! ARRG!”
Ian was jerked under water, only to surface again thirty feet away. The water around him darkened with his blood.
Three choppers were converging on us.
I stroked hard toward Ian, but I never got to him.
An F-105 jet streaked by the choppers and strafed the water not twenty-five feet from us. The sound of those 20mm slugs was unbelievably loud. Half of a huge blue shark was blown out of the water right in front of me, while the impact of the shells hitting the water knocked the wind out of my lungs.
I was half stunned by the blast, the smoke, and the noise, but when a rope bumped my head, I grabbed for it.
I got my hand in a loop of rope and was yanked swiftly upwards. I saw Ian dangling from another rope above me, with blood pouring off of him. Half of his right foot was gone. Again.
The chopper’s crewmen got us promptly aboard and attended to Ian. They had a tourniquet and a needle of pain killer all ready, of course.
Ian looked at his foot and shook his head. “Damn. Twice! You know, Tom, I don’t think I want to go swimming back there any more.”
Behind us, four jets were shooting up the sharks in the water that we’d just left. Vengeance, pest control, or maybe just target practice.
“Be it so moved. As to your foot, well, they fixed it before, so they can do it again, but it sure looks like somebody is trying to tell you something.”
“Maybe, but I can’t imagine what He’s trying to say. Maybe it’s just that I shouldn’t have left my sword on the beach. Can you beat that, Tom? We wore those damn swords for two years without ever really needing them, then the one time when we really do, we both left them behind! Talk about terminal stupidity!”
“No, fortunately, it was only near terminal. Good idea about the flare, though. What ever prompted you to bring it along?”
“Ming Po gave it to me, and insisted that I wear it. She said I might need it.”
“Figures. By the way, who won our bet?”
“I did, Tom. Thirty-eight. Do you want verification?”
“No, I trust you. Do you want another bet?”
“No, thanks. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“This is good, my son. Wisdom becomes you.”
The chopper set us down on top of the hospital, where a crew was waiting to whisk Ian downstairs. I stopped to thank the men in the chopper for saving our lives and to shake their hands.
“Just doing our jobs, sir.”
“Doing them damn well, Captain LeFarge!” I said, reading the name tag on his uniform. “Is there anything that I can do for you guys?”
“Can’t imagine what, sir, except, well, that sure is a fine sailboat you have in the harbor,” the chopper pilot said.
“It’s yours any time you want it. In fact, all three of them are there for you and all of your guests, and that goes double for whoever was flying that F-105.”
“That was Captain Stepanski.”
I would have talked with them longer but I spotted Barb coming across the helicopter pad toward us. She had my clothes with her. Would you believe that I had been standing there naked and hadn’t even noticed the fact? I suddenly realized that everybody else around me had clothes on, and immediately I felt very strange. I even stepped back into the chopper to dress.
They were the same clothes I’d left on the beach, sword, calculator and all, except for the belt buckle. It was like the old one, only it had a red button in the middle of it, on the inside.
“It’s something that I should have given you when you first arrived, Tom, but I didn’t know how you’d react to it. There’s a transmitter in the buckle. We all carry one, in one form or another. If you press the red button, a distress signal is sent and help arrives immediately. Today’s problem wouldn’t have happened if you had had one on you.”
She looked like she was feeling guilty about it all.
“Not your fault, little one. Anyway, I probably would have left it on the beach along with my sword. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“Then you must learn to think, Tom.”
“Yes, mother. Let’s go find Ian.”
Ian was well, dressed, and waiting for us.
“Tom, I’m having some special gold medals struck in honor of our rescuers, and forming up a special order for them, the Order of the Two Right Feet. But for now, let’s go scuba diving, only this time let’s take our swords with us.”
“Climbing right back on the horse that threw you, eh? Good! Let’s do it!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Playboys in the Sun
The next three weeks went by like that, only without further bloodshed. Hasenpfeffer kept on conferring with bureaucrats, and Ian and I kept on pretending that we were wealthy tourists. We went skydiving and hang gliding, steeplechasing and auto racing, surfing and skin diving. We took flying lessons, at first on ultralights, but in a week we talked the Air Force into letting us fly a pair of their jet fighters, although they wouldn’t let us do it solo. I even got to be fairly good at piloting a helicopter.
Our evenings were full, too. There was no end of good entertainment available at Morrow. They had a full symphony orchestra and a world-class ballet company. There were Olympic-grade ice skaters, and gymnasts who were the best I’d ever seen anywhere. The word gymnasium means something like “the naked place,” and that’s the way they did it down there. I thought it was an improvement, on the girls anyway, being prejudiced.
There were bluegrass bands and rock groups, folk singers of a dozen descriptions, and every type of ethnic music imaginable. There was even a Grand Opera Company, although we let that one pass. It was all first quality stuff, and we were surprised to discover that there were no professional entertainers on the island.
All sports, theater, and music of of any description was done by amateurs. It seems that every Smoothie could play a musical instrument, paint a beautiful picture, and dance like Nureyev. Incredible.
Barb turned out to be a classical ballet dancer. We went to see her perform, one night, and she was great, absolutely perfect. She was pleased with her performance, herself. She told me so, sitting there beside me, watching it.