With Marchetti at the controls, Paul, Gamay and Leilani were free to enjoy the moment. They soaked it in, feeling the breeze, gazing at the dolphins flying through the clear waters below.
The bottle-nosed mammals easily kept pace with the airship, accelerating with powerful strokes of their flat tails. Occasionally, one would break the surface and propel itself through the air, leaping toward them and then arcing back down to the water.
“It’s like they’re trying to reach us,” Leilani said.
“Maybe they think we’re the mother ship,” Paul replied.
Gamay laughed. She could only imagine what the dolphins would think of such a vessel. Clearly they weren’t afraid of it, though. “Marchetti, I think this will work.”
Leilani nodded, seeming to be in better spirits. Paul smiled.
“You look like the cat who ate the canary,” Gamay said.
“I was just thinking how lucky I am to be up here with two beautiful women,” Paul said, grinning, “instead of hiking through the desert with Kurt and Joe.”
Gamay laughed.
“And it’s not just the company,” he added. “For once we’ve got the multimillion-dollar toys to work with. Kurt and Joe are probably wrestling with a few smelly camels right about now.”
“Have to agree,” Gamay said, then turned to Marchetti. “How much farther can we go?”
“We can stay aloft for days if we need to,” he said. “But my suggestion is to put another hour on this leg and then head home to the island. My crew will have the other two airships put together and ready for action tomorrow,
and we can take all three up and cover more ground—er, water.”
“Do you have pilots?” Paul asked.
“Pilots?” Marchetti replied. “We don’t need no stinking pilots.”
“Who’s going to fly them?”
“Any of you can,” Marchetti said. “You drive this thing like you drive a car or boat.”
Gamay found Marchetti a welcome addition to the team. Certainly he’d been true to his word so far, putting his full backing behind the expedition. He’d already turned the floating island of Aqua-Terra toward the northwest and brought it up to the blazing speed of four and a half knots and turned over all specs of the microbots to NUMA. He’d even brought back another dozen members of his crew to keep the island running sans robots.
“Give us a few lessons before you send us out,” Paul asked.
“Sounds fair.”
Gamay turned her attention back to the sea. The dolphins continued to race along with them, staying just ahead of the airship’s floating shadow. Another one looked as if it were about to jump, when suddenly they scattered, darting in opposite directions and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
“You see that?” she asked.
“They’re quick,” Paul said.
“Must have gotten tired of us,” Leilani said.
Still gazing at the water, Gamay sensed something different. The sea was growing darker. A murky gray hue had begun to replace the clear deep blue they’d seen only moments before.
She guessed the dolphins had sensed the change, processed it as danger and fled in the other direction.
The happiness left her. “Slow us down,” she said to Marchetti. “I think we’ve found them.”
CHAPTER 18
“RIDING IN THIS THING MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I’M HEADED to Woodstock in the desert,” Joe said, talking over the VW’s engine noise and peering into the dark.
“Let’s hope it’s not quite as crowded,” Kurt replied.