Back Changing Tides Save as PDF
Chapters (53)
  1. Books by Michael Thomas Ford
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. Copyright Page

She followed a set of stairs down and approached the tank. The various signs affixed around the bottom identified the habitat as one of California’s famous kelp forests. And indeed, kelp was central to the design. It filled the tank, reaching forty or more feet to the top of the room. Some unseen magic created movement, causing the kelp to sway back and forth slowly, the myriad stalks moving in unison first in one direction and then the other. Fish darted in and out of the thick fronds.

Sensing movement of another kind, Caddie looked toward a group of rocks in time to see something slither out. A yard or more long, its body was mottled gray and black, looking much like the rocks from which it had emerged. The snakelike body culminated in a huge, monstrous head that resembled nothing so much as the face of a very old man. Large eyes sat above a huge, thick-lipped mouth as the creature rested on the sandy bottom.

Caddie searched the various signs until she found the animal’s picture and identified it as a wolf eel. The eel’s description assured her that its ferocious appearance belied a gentle nature, a claim she found hard to believe. From the look of the thing, it could take her whole hand off if it wanted to.

Behind her a set of bleacher-like benches were arranged auditorium style. A handful of people sat on them, watching the kelp forest tableau. Caddie decided to join them. Her feet hurt anyway, and sitting down allowed her to view the tank without having to fight for real estate near the glass. Choosing the least occupied of the benches, she sat down.

Seconds later, her solitude was taken away as a family of five moved past her and, predictably, chose to sit right beside her. The mother, holding one child on her lap and trying to get a second to settle down, asked her husband how much longer it was going to be. “The show starts in a couple of minutes,” he replied tiredly before instructing the remaining child to stop kicking his feet against the bench.

As if the man were cuing a scene, a voice erupted from invisible speakers to announce, “The afternoon feeding is about to begin at the kelp forest exhibit.” This was followed by a sudden influx of bodies as people streamed in from all sides, quickly filling up the benches and the surrounding standing areas. Caddie, looking for a means of escape, found her way blocked and the crowd impenetrable without drawing unwanted attention to herself. And so she sat, annoyed at herself for having fallen into a trap and thus appearing to be yet one more tourist slavering for entertainment.