Saturday, January 29, 2011

Day One Hundred and Eighty-One

Day 181: 29 Jan 2011

A tentacle here, a fin there, a chunk of what looked like whale blubber every once in a while. It was gross. But chunks of the God of the Seas kept floating to the surface throughout the day and into the night. I thought Travis was winning.

That is, of course, until a human hand popped up on the surface of the water.

"What's going on down there? Any idea?" I asked.

"Nothing good," Jason Black said, shaking his head. "With all this crap floating to the surface, you'd figure your guy's doing OK. But the radar reports we're getting back. . . the God of the Seas isn't getting smaller. It's getting larger."

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