“Looks like easy sailing from here on in, Dad,” Biff said, munching a piece of toast.
“Well, don’t get your hopes up too high, Biff.”
“Why not, Dad?”
“We still have to locate that metal box. We have no assurance that it’s still in the Sea Islander’s cabin.”
A frown of disappointment came over Biff’s face.
“I’m not saying it isn’t there, understand,” his father went on. “But remember, the Sea Islander has been on the bottom for several weeks. The box could have been tossed around in the storm that sank the boat. It might have floated out.”
“I never thought of that.”
The remainder of their breakfast was eaten in a concerned silence.
Biff and Li were cleaning up the galley. Thomas Brewster was talking to Dr. Weber. The doctor had had a good night’s sleep and said he was feeling fine. He chortled over the human fish incident.
Biff’s sharp ears caught the sound first. From a distance came a low, steady buzzing. Biff ran on deck. From just off Ka Lae, he spotted a low flying plane. It was coming directly at the Easy Action. In moments, Biff was able to distinguish its lines.