He smiled brightly. “I hope you’re up on your native biota,” he said. “It’s a fascinating one.”
“You can’t just leave us!” Ganser said.
“Oh, I certainly could,” Daniel said. “But in fact I’ll let people back in Kostroma City know where you are in thirty days or so. Of course, I can’t guarantee that any of them will care.”
Two sailors pitched a case of rations to the sand at Ganser’s feet. The wood broke and steel cans rolled out.
Daniel turned. “Prepare to get under way!” he ordered. “I’ll take the helm.”
“The nozzle’s clear, sir!” called Dasi, leaning over the stern to peer into the crystalline water. With the bow well up on the shore, Daniel preferred to drag the Ahura backwards with the waterjet rather than try to tickle a sufficient charge into dry sand.
“Everybody who doesn’t have a job move back to the stern!” Woetjans ordered, a sensible command and one Daniel should have thought to give himself. The ratings trotted aft, lowering the stern by their weight and so lightening the portion of the vessel that was aground.
Daniel slowly advanced the throttle. He’d rotated the nozzle. The jet spewed forward, making the hull vibrate as though a hose were playing on the vessel’s underside. The Ahura slid back in a boil of water, scrunching for the first few feet of her motion and then floating free.
Daniel chopped the throttle, looking over his shoulder to be sure that they were drifting clear and weren’t about to hit something. He couldn’t see behind because the crew was standing along the stern rail, but somebody would have shouted a warning if there was a problem.
On shore, the Kostromans glared at the vessel with undisguised hate. Adele stood at the rear of the cockpit. Daniel caught her eye and said, “There’s plenty of natural food on the island, but I wonder whether that lot isn’t more likely to try cannibalism instead?”
Adele sniffed. “For people of their sort,” she said, “I suppose cannibalism is natural.”
The yacht had left the sand at a slight angle. She now floated parallel to the shore and was beginning to curve back on her remaining momentum. “Spread yourselves out,” Daniel ordered. “I’m going to bring her up on the skids.”
He engaged the electrofoils while the ratings were still spreading forward. They moved with less immediacy than they’d run to the stern. The skids shuddered, but Daniel didn’t hear a grinding as he had the first time he’d deployed them. Scale and caked lubricant had loosened with use; the Ahura was in better condition than she’d been in some while, probably since she was laid up.
Daniel Leary was in better shape than he’d been in a long while too. There was no worse way to treat tools or men than to leave them to rust.
The yacht lifted. Daniel knew he could trust the mechanism now, so he brought her directly into dynamic balance on the skids instead of waiting until the Ahura was under way on the waterjet. They were alone in this sea. They didn’t need to adjust their conduct to the comfort of neighboring vessels.
“Clear at the bow, sir!” Cafoldi said; rote, since there was no doubt of the fact. A good crew handled even the most cut-and-dried operations by the book, never cutting corners.
Daniel twisted the joystick slightly to port, then increased the throttle pressure minusculely. The yacht wobbled ahead. The bow angled seaward. They slid past the end of the island.
“Don’t forget to write!” Lamsoe called, waving to the stone-faced Kostromans twenty feet away on shore.
Spray exploded toward the Ahura. A pair of hundred-foot tentacles arched from the interior of the lagoon. The flattened tips were each the size of Daniel’s torso and covered with fine cilia. They crossed the reef and seized the Ahura’s starboard skid.
The yacht tilted with a wrenching clang. The electrofoils and the giant sweep’s own bioelectrical charge interfered with one another. A rainbow nimbus lit the air twenty feet from the vessel’s every surface.
The tentacles retracted, pulling the Ahura onto her stern. Ratings shouted curses as they went overboard. The sweep was dragging the skids and hull through the coral heads. There were a few shots, their sound almost lost in the vessel’s grinding, snapping destruction.