Even so, he had rushed a little when going through the fire waters. He didn’t like staying so close to the shifting seabed with all its seaquake tremors. One time, a gout of lava breached the surface fifty tail strokes to his left and exploded with a rumbling BOOOOOM! It was pure luck he hadn’t been right on top of it. Barkley found Drinnok and the rest of the prehistores less than a day’s swim from the AuzyAuzy homewaters. It wasn’t hard picking up their trail. Drinnok and his mariners were all massive. They didn’t need to hide from anyone, or even an armada of anyones. Most of them were around thirty-five feet and thicker and more muscular than Gray. And each of them had a tremendous appetite. That was what gave them away. In every direction, large fins and dwellers were swimming for their lives, terrified. All you had to do was go in the opposite direction of the screaming survivors. No, the problem wasn’t finding Drinnok.
