There was a crackle of static from the walkie-talkie. Sorensen called, "Eakins, have you got that message off?"
"Haven't sent it," Eakins called back. "Listen, Bill. We mustn't send any messages! That bug wants—" He stopped abruptly.
"What is it?" Sorensen asked. "What's happening?"
Eakins had appeared on deck, still holding the walkie-talkie. He was backing toward the stern.
"Hermit crabs," he said. "They climbed up the anchor line. I'm going to swim to shore."
"Don't do it," Sorensen said.
"Gotta do it," Eakins said. "They'll probably follow me. All of you come out here and get that transmitter. Bring it ashore."