Adrian Curran stood in front of the group, blocking them from the portion of the deck that had been reserved for their use. Kevin and Anne stood off to one side, Anne barely managing to smother her yawns behind her hand. “Shouldn’t have stayed up so late talking to the fish guy,” murmured Kevin. “I like the fish guy,” she said, and yawned again. “He’s like science grandpa. He’s nice.” “He had you half convinced that there were monsters at the bottom of the Mariana Trench,” Kevin said. Anne laughed. “Isn’t that the whole point of this trip? To convince us that there are monsters down there?” “If the monsters look like them, I might not object too much,” said Kevin, nodding toward the gathered mermaids. The mermaids were nowhere near as jovial. Sunnie stood with her hands clenched tight on the grips of Jessica’s wheelchair. That may have been the only thing keeping her from taking a swing at the man from Imagine. “We have a contract,” she was saying, voice tight with anger.
