Sirens and Sea Monsters: Blue Moon Australia Book 2 by S. C. Stokes & Steve Higgs

Author:S. C. Stokes & Steve Higgs [Stokes, S. C. & Higgs, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Drowning Disappointment. Wednesday, April 26th 0030hrs.

Embarrassed, bleeding, and frustrated, I limped back to my tank.

I was still trying to process what had happened to me. In the darkness of the Broadwater, I’d seen little, and what I did see failed to make sense. I could have sworn something with a tail was swimming toward me, but whatever hit me sliced through my foot like it was nothing.

Remembering the cold feel of the creature’s grip, I couldn’t help but think it felt more like steel than scales. The clean cut lent itself to the same hypothesis, but in the murky depths of the saltwater, it was impossible to say.

If it was a mermaid, it was as terrifying as anything I’d ever encountered. Fighting for my life, I’d done little more than break its finger. Even if I had hurt it, the creature had been able to go to depth and leave me behind.

Who was I kidding? Thinking I’d hurt the creature was being a little flexible with the truth, akin to a boxer claiming a win after blocking his opponent’s blow with his lower lip.

I was beat up and bloody, and the beast hadn’t cared in the slightest.

How had it known to dive? Had it seen me making my way into the water? If it had, its eyesight was better than mine. I hadn’t even seen its head.

At least I’d found something. Not that I had anything to show Geoff for my troubles. At least I knew there was something in the Broadwater. What it was I had not the first clue. I would need to be better equipped next time.

I hobbled up to the tank and popped Max’s leash over the mirror. Sitting on the passenger seat, I pulled out the first-aid kit from the dashboard. The breeze made the air more than a little chilly, but I needed to deal with one problem at a time.

Bleeding beat out the cold by a fair margin.

After flushing the wound clean, I took a closer look. It was deep, the sort that would ordinarily require stitches. I wasn’t particularly feeling in the mood to sit in the ER at Gold Coast University Hospital, so I pulled a tube of medical glue out of the kit, applied it liberally to the wound, and squeezed it shut.

Let me tell you, that stuff is a man’s best friend, more than once I’d helped Sonny or his sons patch themselves up after backyard rugby went a little too far. It was the sort of thing they didn’t sell in stores. Probably because of the overwhelming temptation to use it to stop teenagers from talking back.

Content that the glue would hold, I bandaged my whole foot with gauze. Not my cleanest work, but it would do.

Reaching into the back seat, I grabbed a spare towel and dried myself, or at least as much as I could manage without actually changing my clothes. I was wet, cold, sore, and not much in the mood for anything but sleep, and I still had one stop I needed to make.

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