The ship rocked as something vast and shadowed passed beneath.
“This is the real test,” said Old Verin. He waved at the bank of computers, flashing and whirring under the protective canopy. “They’ve found him for you, but it’s yours to catch him. If you’ve got the touch.”
Jum looked at the array of equipment and swallowed heavily.
“Just remember: the Kraken ain’t your enemy. He’s your partner.”
“S’right. He wants to be caught. It’s part of the web, the beautiful symbiosis of predator and prey. No, the real enemy here,” Verin leaned in, “is that damnable game warden.”
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