was going to say. He was just trying to get to know himself better? He needed some space? But then he realized that whatever, whoever was under the sheets was too small to be the enamored whaley boy. Nuñez, he thought. This was going to be worse than Emily 7. Nuñez was really his only human contact in Gooville, even if she was working for the cause. He didn't want to alienate her. He couldn't afford to. He moved into the room, trying to think of a way that this could possibly not make things worse.
"Look, I know that we've spent a lot of time together, and I like you, I really do - »
"Good," said Amy, throwing back the covers. "I like you, too. You coming in?"
CHAPTER THIRTY
Motherfluker
Clay and Kona had spent the day cleaning the muck out of the raised-from-the-deep Always Confused. Now Clay stood on the breakwater at the Lahaina Harbor, watching the sun bubble red into the Pacific and throw purple fire over the island. He was feeling that particular mix of melancholy and agitation that usually comes with drinking coffee and Irish whiskey at the wake of someone you never knew, and it usually ends in a fight. He felt as if he should do something, but he didn't know what. He needed to move, but he didn't know where. Libby had confirmed that the last message about Nate had been recorded more than a week after he'd disappeared, and it seemed to be more evidence that Nate had survived his ordeal in the channel, but where was he? How do you rush in to save someone when you don't know where he is? All their analysis of the tapes since then had yielded nothing but whale calls. Clay was lost.
"What you doing?" Kona, barefoot and smelling of bleach, came up behind him.
"I'm waiting for the green flash." He wasn't, really, but sometimes, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, it happened. He needed something to happen.
"Yeah, I seen that. What cause that?"
"Uh, well" - and that was another thing, he didn't have enough of a handle on the natural sciences to keep this whole project going - "I believe as the sun disappears under the horizon, the residual spectrum bounces off the mucusphere, thus causing the green flash."
"Yah, mon. The mucusphere."
"It's science," said Clay, knowing that it wasn't science.
"When the boat clean, then we going out, record whales and like dat?"
Good question, Clay thought. He could collect the data, but he didn't have the knowledge necessary to analyze it. He had hoped that Amy would do that.
"I don't know. If we find Nate, maybe."
"You think he still living, then? Even after all this time?"
"Yeah. I hope. I guess we should keep up the work until we can find him."
"Yeah. Nate say them Japanese going to kill our minkes if you don't work hard."
"Minke whales, yeah. I've been on one of their ships. Norwegians, too."
"That's some evil fuckery."
"Maybe. The minke herd is large. They're not endangered. The Japanese and the Norwegians aren't really taking enough of them to hurt the population, so why shouldn't we let them hunt them? I mean, what's the argument for stopping them? Because whales are cute? The Chinese fry kitties - we don't protest them."
"The Chinese fry kitties?"
"I'm not saying I agree with killing them, but we really don't have a good argument."
"The Chinese fry kitties?" Kona's voice was getting higher each time he spoke.
"Maybe some of the work we do here can prove that these animals have culture, that they're closer to us than they perceive. Then we'll have an argument."
"Kitties? Like, little meow kitties? They just fry them?"
Clay was musing, watching the sunset and feeling sad and frustrated, and words came out of him like a long, rambling sigh: "Of course, when I was on the whaling ship, I saw how the Japanese whalers looked at the animals. They see them as fish. No more or less than a tuna. But I was photographing a sperm-whale mother and her calf, and the calf got separated from the pod. The mother came back to get the calf and pushed it away from our Zodiac. The whalers were visibly moved. They recognized that mother/child behavior. It wasn't fish behavior. So it's not a lost cause."
"Kitties?" Kona sighed, taking on the same tone of resignation that Clay had used.
"Yeah," said Clay.
"So how we going to find Nate so we can do good work