Part 7 (1/2)
Franklin sometimes wondered if Don resented his own rapid rise in the service. Five years ago, Don had been a first warden; Franklin, a completely inexperienced trainee. Now they were both first wardens, and before long Franklin would probably be promoted again. He did not altogether welcome this, for, though he was ambitious enough, he knew that the higher he rose in the bureau the less time he would spend at sea. Perhaps Don knew what he was doing; it was very hard to picture him settling down in an office....
”Better try your lights,” said Don's voice from the speaker. ”Doc Roberts wants me to get a photograph of you.”
”Right,” Franklin replied. ”Here goes.”
”My-you do do look pretty! If I was another squid, I'm sure I'd find you irresistible. Swing broadside a minute. Thanks. Talk about a Christmas tree! It's the first time I've ever seen one making ten knots at six hundred fathoms.” look pretty! If I was another squid, I'm sure I'd find you irresistible. Swing broadside a minute. Thanks. Talk about a Christmas tree! It's the first time I've ever seen one making ten knots at six hundred fathoms.”
Franklin grinned and switched off the illuminations. This idea of Dr. Roberts' was simple enough, but it remained to be seen if it would work. In the lightless abyss, many creatures carry constellations of luminous organs which they can switch on or off at will, and the giant squid, with its enormous eyes, is particularly sensitive to such lights. It uses them not only to lure its prey into its clutches, but also to attract its mates. If squids were as intelligent as they were supposed to be, thought Franklin, Percy would soon see through his disguise. It would be ironic, however, if a deep-diving sperm whale was deceived and he had an unwanted fight on his hands.
The rocky bottom was now only five hundred feet below, every detail of it clearly traced on the short-range sonar scanner. It looked like an unpromising place for a search; there might be countless caves here in which Percy could hide beyond all hope of detection. On the other hand, the whales had detected him-to their cost. And anything that Physeter Physeter can do, Franklin told himself, my sub can do just as well. can do, Franklin told himself, my sub can do just as well.
”We're in luck,” said Don. ”The water's as clear as I've ever seen it down here. As long as we don't stir up any mud, we'll be able to see a couple of hundred feet.”
That was important; Franklin's luminous lures would be useless if the water was too turbid for them to be visible. He switched on the external TV camera, and quickly located the faint glow of Don's starboard light, two hundred feet away. Yes, this was extremely good luck; it should simplify their task enormously.
Franklin tuned in to the nearest beacon and fixed his position with the utmost accuracy. To make doubly sure, he got Don to do the same, and they split the difference between them. Then, cruising slowly on parallel courses, they began their careful search of the sea bed.
It was unusual to find bare rock at such a depth, for the ocean bed is normally covered with a layer of mud and sediment hundreds or even thousands of feet thick. There must, Franklin decided, be powerful currents scouring this area clear-but there was certainly no current now, as his drift meter a.s.sured him. It was probably seasonal, and a.s.sociated with the ten-thousand-foot-deeper cleft of the Miller Canyon, only five miles away.
Every few seconds, Franklin switched on his pattern of colored lights, then watched the screen eagerly to see if there was any response. Before long he had half a dozen fantastic deep-sea fish following him-nightmare creatures, two or three feet long, with enormous jaws and ridiculously attenuated feelers and tendrils trailing from their bodies. The lure of his lights apparently overcame their fear of his engine vibration, which was an encouraging sign. Though his speed quickly left them behind, they were continually replaced by new monsters, no two of which appeared to be exactly the same.
Franklin paid relatively little attention to the TV screen; the longer-range senses of the sonar, warning him of what lay in the thousand feet ahead of him, were more important. Not only had he to keep a lookout for his quarry, but he had to avoid rocks and hillocks which might suddenly rear up in the track of the sub. He was doing only ten knots, which was slow enough, but it required all his concentration. Sometimes he felt as if he was flying at treetop height over hilly country in a thick fog.
They traveled five uneventful miles, then made a hairpin turn and came back on a parallel course. If they were doing nothing else, thought Franklin, at least they were producing a survey of this area in more detail than it had ever been mapped before. Both he and Don were operating with their recorders on, so that the profile of the sea bed beneath them was being automatically mapped.
”Whoever said this was an exciting life?” said Don when they made their fourth turn. ”I've not even seen a baby octopus. Maybe we're scaring the squids away.”
”Roberts said they're not very sensitive to vibrations, so I don't think that's likely. And somehow I feel that Percy isn't the sort who's easily scared.”
”If he exists,” said Don skeptically. he exists,” said Don skeptically.
”Don't forget those six-inch sucker marks. What do you think made them-mice?”
”Hey!” said Don. ”Have a look at that echo on bearing 250, range 750 feet. Looks like a rock, but I thought it moved then.”
Another false alarm, Franklin told himself. No-the echo did seem a bit fuzzy. By G.o.d, it was was moving! moving!
”Cut speed to half a knot,” he ordered. ”Drop back behind me-I'll creep up slowly and switch on my lights.”
”It's a weird-looking echo. Keeps changing size all the time.”
”That sounds like our boy. Here we go.”
The sub was now moving across an endless, slightly tilted plain, still accompanied by its inquisitive retinue of finned dragons. On the TV screen all objects were lost in the haze at a distance of about a hundred and fifty feet; the full power of the ultraviolet projectors could probe the water no farther than this. Franklin switched off his headlights and all external illumination, and continued his cautious approach using the sonar screen alone.
At five hundred feet the echo began to show its unmistakable structure; at four hundred feet there was no longer any doubt; at three hundred feet Franklin's escort of fish suddenly fled at high speed as if aware that this was no healthy spot. At two hundred feet he turned on his visual lures, but he waited a few seconds before switching on the searchlights and TV.
A forest was walking across the sea bed-a forest of writhing, serpentine trunks. The great squid froze for a moment as if impaled by the searchlights; probably it could see them, though they were invisible to human eyes. Then it gathered up its tentacles with incredible swiftness, folding itself into a compact, streamlined ma.s.s-and shot straight toward the sub under the full power of its own jet propulsion.
Itswervedatthelastminute,and Franklin caught a glimpse of a huge and lidless eye that must have been at least a foot in diameter. A second later there was a violent blow on the hull, followed by a sc.r.a.ping sound as of great claws being dragged across metal. Franklin remembered the scars he had so often seen on the blubbery hides of sperm whales, and was glad of the thickness of steel that protected him. He could hear the wiring of his external illumination being ripped away; no matter-it had served its purpose.
It was impossible to tell what the squid was doing; from time to time the sub rocked violently, but Franklin made no effort to escape. Unless things got a little too rough, he proposed to stay here and take it.
”Can you see what he's doing?” he asked Don, rather plaintively.
”Yes-he's got his eight arms wrapped around you, and the two big tentacles are waving hopefully at me. And he's going through the most beautiful color changes you can imagine-I can't begin to describe them. I wish I knew whether he's really trying to eat you-or whether he's just being affectionate.”
”Whichever it is, it's not very comfortable. Hurry up and take your photos so that I can get out of here.”
”Right-give me another couple of minutes so I can get a movie sequence as well. Then I'll try to plant my harpoon.”
It seemed a long two minutes, but at last Don had finished. Percy still showed none of the shyness which Dr. Roberts had rather confidently predicted, though by this time he could hardly have imagined that Franklin's sub was another squid.
Don planted his dart with neatness and precision in the thickest part of Percy's mantle, where it would lodge securely but would do no damage. At the sudden sting, the great mollusk abruptly released its grip, and Franklin took the opportunity for going full speed ahead. He felt the h.o.r.n.y palps grating over the stern of the sub; then he was free and rising swiftly up toward the distant sky. He felt rather pleased that he had managed to escape without using any of the battery of weapons that had been provided for this very purpose.
Don followed him at once, and they circled five hundred feet above the sea bed-far beyond visual range. On the sonar screen the rocky bottom was a sharply defined plane, but now at its center pulsed a tiny, brilliant star. The little beacon -less than six inches long and barely an inch wide-that had been anch.o.r.ed in Percy was already doing its job. It would continue to operate for more than a week before its batteries failed.
”We've tagged him!” cried Don gleefully. ”Now he can't hide.”
”As long as he doesn't get rid of that dart,” said Franklin cautiously. ”If he works it out, we'll have to start looking for him all over again.”
”I aimed it,” pointed out Don severely. ”Bet you ten to one it stays put.” aimed it,” pointed out Don severely. ”Bet you ten to one it stays put.”
”If I've learned one thing in this game,” said Franklin, ”it's not to accept your bets.” He brought the drive up to maximum cruising power, and pointed the sub's nose to the surface, still more than half a mile away. ”Let's not keep Doc Roberts waiting-the poor man will be crazy with impatience. Besides, I want to see those pictures myself. It's the first time I've ever played a starring role with a giant squid.”
And this, he reminded himself, was only the curtain raiser. The main feature had still to begin.
Fifteen.
HOW NICE IT is,” said Franklin, as he relaxed lazily in the contour-form chair on the porch, ”to have a wife who's not scared stiff of the job I'm doing.”
”There are times when I am,” admitted Indra. ”I don't like these deep-water operations. If anything goes wrong down there, you don't have a chance.”
”You can drown just as easily in ten feet of water as ten thousand.”
”That's silly, and you know it. Besides, no warden has ever been killed by drowning, as far as I've ever heard. The things that happen to them are never as nice and simple as that.”
”I'm sorry I started this conversation,” said Franklin ruefully, glancing around to see if Peter was safely out of earshot. ”Anyway, you're not worried about Operation Percy, are you?”
”No, I don't think so. I'm as anxious as everybody else to see you catch him-and I'm still more interested to see if Dr. Roberts can keep him alive.” She rose to her feet and walked over to the bookshelf recessed into the wall. Plowing through the usual pile of papers and magazines that had acc.u.mulated there, she finally unearthed the volume for which she was looking.
”Listen to this,” she continued, ”and remember that it was written almost two hundred years ago.” She began to read in her best lecture-room voice, while Franklin listened at first with mild reluctance, and then with complete absorption. ”In the distance, a great white ma.s.s lazily rose, and rising higher and higher, and disentangling itself from the azure, at last gleamed before our prow like a snow-slide, new slid from the hills. Thus glistening for a moment, as slowly it subsided, and sank. Then once more arose, and slightly gleamed. It seemed not a whale; and yet is this Moby d.i.c.k? thought Daggoo. Again the phantom went down, but on reappearing once more, like a stiletto-like cry that startled every man from his nod, the negro yelled out-'There! There again! There she breaches! Right ahead! The White Whale! The White Whale!' ”
”The four boats were soon on the water; Ahab's in advance, and all swiftly pulling towards their prey. Soon it went down, and while, with oars suspended, we were awaiting its appearance, lo! in the same spot where it sank, once more it slowly rose. Almost forgetting for the moment all thoughts of Moby d.i.c.k, we now gazed at the most wondrous phenomenon which the secret seas have hitherto revealed to mankind. A vast pulpy ma.s.s, furlongs in length and breadth, of a glancing cream-colour, lay floating on the water, innumerable long arms radiating from its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of anacondas, as if blindly to catch at any hapless object within reach. No perceptible face or front did it have; no conceivable token of either sensation or instinct; but undulated there on the billows, an unearthly, formless, chance-like apparition of life.
”As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed-'Almost rather had I seen Moby d.i.c.k and fought him, then to have seen thee, thou white ghost!'