Nikonos

At the slip, we crouched, hearts pounding in time with the unearthly hush spreading from the dark water.

Eilidh checked the Nikonos, her fingers careful.

Jamie shifted the rope between trembling hands.

Harrison stood by the ignition, muttering calculations.

Something out there was waking or struggling not to.

Their own caution was edged with fear.

Within the crush of confusion, Eilidh's quick hands pressed the Nikonos deeper into her coat.

Harrison grinned, lips cracked but wild with courage.