Blood Cruise: A Deep Sea Thriller (28 page)

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The boat actually looked a bit nicer once they were all on board. They all got on board at the back of the boat where Cliff instantly opened up a hatch and started looking at the engine. From the back of the boat, a single doorway allowed them into the cabin. Inside the cabin, there was a single table and a bench installed into the wall. A few cabinets and shelves lined the wall. Behind the table, two flights of stairs took up the rest of the cabin. One went up, clearly leading to the cockpit, and the other went down into a darkened area where four small rooms were set up.

Emily selected the first one she came to and when she stepped inside, she tried not to let the cramped space bother her. She barely had enough room to extend both of her arms. There was a small mattress with sheets on it, supported by a short metal frame. Other than that, the room was empty. She tossed her little suitcase on the bed and didn’t bother to unpack. She went back up top to the back of the boat where Cliff was coming up out of the hull in which he had been checking on the engine.

“Everything looks good from my end,” Cliff told her. “You all settled?”

“The rooms are pretty small,” she said. “There’s not much to get settled.”

“So you understand what I was talking about in terms of the dress code?”

“I’m starting to,” she said.

Steve and Zoe came up the stairs and out of the cabin behind her. Zoe was looking out to the ocean as if she didn’t totally trust it while Steve stood directly beside Emily. He looked to her like a child that was waiting on instructions from its favorite parent.

Sensing the hesitation in his young and inexperienced crew, Cliff pointed up to the cockpit. “I’ve got a few more things to check out. Head up there and I’ll be up in about five minutes. Look around and let me know if you have any questions. We’re going to get to know each other very well over the next two days—maybe a little too well—and I want to make sure you three are as well-informed as you can be.”

With that, Cliff walked back onto the pier and headed to the rental cabin again. Emily, still very much enamored over being in the presence of Cliff Zinsser, went dutifully back into the cabin and headed up the stairs to the cockpit. Unsurprisingly, Steve went directly after her. Zoe brought up the rear, trailing behind in a way that made it clear that she felt out of place.

“You getting excited?” Steve asked. He asked in a tone that Emily had come to know all too well. It was one that was desperate for a conversation and once again reminded her of that downtrodden child that was looking for approval from a parent. She resented him for coming on this trip because he was going to be doing it the whole time—she just knew it. Why would the next three day be any different than the past eight months?

Still, she was determined to not let Steve ruin this for her. She could tolerate him and still get something out of this trip. Hell, maybe he would go back home with an actual appreciation of their cause. Maybe he’d better understand the severity of what was happening to the sperm whale population. Maybe he’d start to care about something other than trying to talk her into dating him.

“Yeah, a little,” she said. “Nervous, too.”

She glanced around the cockpit and was relieved to see that the controls and equipment were in much better shape than the outside of the boat had led her to believe. She knew what very little of the equipment did and was not going to fake an interest by asking pointless questions. She knew that Cliff had a stellar reputation for these sorts of expeditions and that he was also incredibly skilled out in open water. She was in good hands and that knowledge was enough reassurance as far as she was concerned.

“Okay,” Zoe said. “Confession time. I’m sort of scared out of my mind.”

“Why?” Steve asked. “You never been on a boat before?”

“No, I have. On a lake for skiing. Not out in the middle of the ocean where you can’t see land. How about you guys?”

“I went on a cruise with my parents when I was in middle school,” Steve said.

“And I’ve been about six miles off the coast of North Carolina for a dolphin sight-seeing sort of thing,” Emily said.

Zoe nodded but still seemed freaked out. “We’ll be okay, right? I’ve read tons about Mr. Zinsser and he seems reputable out on the water.”

“Absolutely,” Emily said. She could go on and on about all of Cliff’s qualifications, but she didn’t want to come off as being a kiss-ass.

“Okay,” Zoe said hesitantly. She eyed the controls and electronics of the cockpit with reservation. She reached out and touched the helm, giving the wheel a nervous caress.

“So here’s the question I have,” Steve said. “Let’s say we find some of these poachers. What do we do then? I don’t think three college-aged kids and an environmental activist are going to really scare them off.”

Their answer came from behind them as Cliff bounded up the stairs with two duffel bags. “We keep our distance,” he said. “We take pictures of the vessel—with identifying marks or tags, if possible—and mark down the coordinates. I’ll then radio those in to the Institute of Cetacean Research. They’ll have someone within their agency send someone out to take care of the legal part.”

“Have you done this before?” Zoe asked.

“About a dozen times. Most recently, I was on an expedition off the coast of Japan and we were able to locate eight poaching vessels. Within a week, more than twenty men were arrested and fined.”

“Awesome,” Zoe said, smiling. Emily saw the same passion in Zoe’s eyes that had once been in her own when it came to the topic of poaching and endangered species in general. Seeing this made the nerves go away, replaced by an urgency to get out on the water.

“So, guys,” Cliff said, kicking at the duffel bags he’d brought up. “I’ll be kicking us off here in a few minutes. In these bags you’ll find all of the food and supplies we’ll need for the next two days. If you would, please set it all up as you see fit. Also, no fighting over the food…not that there’s much to choose from. I hope you like cereal and peanut butter and jelly.”

Emily couldn’t help but notice the look of worry on Steve’s face. She suspected that he hadn’t taken the time to read over everything this trip entailed. Between the cramped sleeping quarters, the lack of food, and the uneventful hours on the open sea, she had a feeling that Steve might be resenting this trip as early as tomorrow morning. A small part of her was almost flattered that he would take part in such a thing just to be alone with her—especially if it made him this uncomfortable. Sure, it was borderline creepy, but the attention was nice. It wasn’t like she had guys knocking down her door for a chance to spend time with her.

Emily took one of the bags and, eager to please, Steve took the other one. They went down to the small central area of the cabin and started filling the cabinets and shelves with the food. There were crackers, Cheerios, a few loaves of bread, peanut butter, jelly, a pack of pudding cups, a case of bottled water, and a case of Gatorade.

“Not much like the cruise you went on with your folks, huh?” Zoe asked Steve as she came down the stairs.

“No, not at all,” Steve said, making no effort to hide his annoyance.

As he hunched over his bag, Zoe gave Emily a smile and a roll of the eyes. Emily nodded her agreement and appreciation and continued to unpack.

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