It feels like a year since I was walking the ocean floor with Elder Isis, and here I am doing it again. Only this time, she is less pensive and more angry.

I honestly expected to be escorted home in chains with a guard, but apparently I'm not considered much of a threat. Elder Isis doesn't even take precautions like making me walk in front of her, though she does seem to know where I am at all times.

I look up, it is surprisingly calming to see the way the light bounces off the waves. I love watching the wales and schools of fish swim above us. Every once in a while, we even see the bottom of a boat or a floating pile of trash. I really shouldn't be spending so much time looking up, Elder Isis is having us move at a truly punishing pace. I've tripped like fourteen times, and we've only been moving for half a day.

We are probably half way there, somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, when it happens. There is something here, I can't put my finger on it, but it is pulling me. I stop short, and look around.

Elder Isis stops a few seconds later, and then walks back to where I've stopped short. I know she is staring at me, but I can't look at her. There is something here. Like, an itch I can't quite scratch.

"Where is he? Follow that feeling." Elder Isis says while I pace in a wide circle trying to determine the location.

"What am I feeling?" I ask her. "I feel drawn to something, but I don't understand." I stop pacing and look up.

"You feel your sire's call. You are close enough to track Elder Remus. Follow it, where is he."

"Up. He's up."

"Then we swim up." She pushes off the bottom and starts swimming.

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It isn't long before we see the shadow of a large boat. I swim faster, the pull is stronger, we are definitely going in the right direction. I angle to the left side of the boat, and place my palm flat on the hull. Elder Isis isn't far behind.

"Here," I say, "It's here."

Elder Isis nods, and closes her eyes, her hand still on the boat. After a time, her eyes pop open and she says "Keep your hand on the boat. You are going to hear someone in your mind. Listen and work with them. I will be back." Then she drops into the depths, leaving me with the boat.

"Is this Alyssa?" I jump. The sound is coming from inside my head. I know she said that would happen, but it is jarring.

"I'm Alyssa."

"Hello Alyssa, I'm Puck. I am communicating with the one you call Damian. We are working on an escape plan."

"Okay. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"There is physical warding around us. We need a way to turn off the electricity, and then break it."

"When you say break… how much force would you need?" I ask while looking through the bag Lou gave me. Elder Isis told me not to let go of the ship, so I lean my back against it.

"It is a 1 cm thick shell of alternating layers of plastic and iron, with salt in the middle."

I nod, knowing he can't see me. "I have C-4."

There is a pause for a moment, "Let's keep that as a backup plan. There are four separate wards we need to break, it would be best if we don't alert the rest of the crew to our escape."

"Okay…" I keep sifting through the backpack, "I have glowsticks, a sword, a gun? There is poison, a blow torch, soldering iron, more explosives, mylar blankets, various kinds of food, a human skull… what kind of adventure was Lou expecting?"

There is a pause. I assume Puck is relaying things to Damian. Then "You have Lou's bag?"

"She gave it to me when we seperated."

Another pause. "Are there timers for the explosives?"

I dig through the bag some more, "Yep."

Another pause "Set up four small charges, and set the timers to 5 minutes, but don't turn them on. Just set them up."

"Okay."

"Someone will come help you set up the charges soon."

Soon… soon could be anywhere from three minutes to three hours. I work quickly to divide the C-4 and set the timers, all the while, wondering who is going to come help me set the charges and when Elder Isis is coming back.