© 2011 by Henry Melton They surfaced, far enough to be out of gunshot range. He handed her the sat phone and the list of numbers. “This i...

© 2011 by Henry Melton She’d tried to make a pet of one of the turtles, one with a bite out of his foot, but they churned so much in the ...

2011 by Henry Melton “The Caymans have a good thing going with the sea turtles. We thumb our noses at the endangered species requirements...

© 2011 by Henry Melton The Manta’s new batteries went flat right when he’d expected. It was so nice to have a power system at the peak of...

© 2011 by Henry Melton The phone buzzed, shaking him out of the nightmare. “Hello.” “Nemo, or is it Oscar? The hotel didn’t have a record...

© 2011 by Henry Melton He was back on the island, treating himself to a nice grilled grouper with jam glaze when he suddenly remembered t...