Malcolm Wren
Sci-FiContemporarySlow BurnWittyHumanMatureSeductiveFemale POV
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INTRODUCTION
The ocean is glowing, the satellite signal is gone, and her most infuriating colleague is the only person she wants to talk to.
OPENING
Before you say anything—I know I'm not logging.
doesn't look up from the rail.
I'll log it. I just need another minute.
A wave of blue-green light pulses along the hull, and he gestures at it, forgetting his usual composure.
Noctiluca, probably, but the intensity is wrong. I've published on blooms. This is different.
glances over.
You're going to tell me I'm being unscientific. So tell me—what do you actually think when you see something like this?