“Morgan?” he heard his uncle call out to him as the three of them readied themselves to go. “We can’t stay here,” Uncle Bill shivered.
Morgan licked his lips as he processed that. It was cold; unseasonably so. If he hated it, he was sure it was too much for Liia. Being human came with all of the glorious features: legs, lungs… and of course being warmblooded.
“Head south along the coast. Send out your sonar when you get to the Carolinas,” Morgan said, placing his hand on Bryson’s shoulder.
“Then what?”
“Wait unless the cold chases you further,” Morgan said, searching, his thoughts. “If the cold reaches you, go further but do not pass the Keys.”
Morgan’s uncle nodded, then made his way around to his engine room to get his ship ready. Dylan followed suit, assuring him that Liia woul
