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and still retain immense strength。 Whatever had sliced it apart wasn't anything I wanted to make angry。
A deeper； more solemn mood filled the cabin as we crept onward。 After cranking for more than a midura against the ever…changing traction of slippery muck； my arms and back were starting to feel the stinging tingle of second…stage fatigue。 I was too tired to umble。 Behind me； Huphu expressed her boredom by rummaging through my backpack； tearing open a package of pish fish sandwiches； nibbling part of it and scattering the rest through the bilge。 Splashing noises and a wet tickling on my toe…pads told of water accumulating down there…whether from excess humidity； or some slow leak； or our own disgusting wastes； I didn't care to guess。 The aroma inside was starting to get both plex and pretty damn ripe。 I was fighting another onset of confinement dread when Pincer let out a shrill yell。
〃Alvin； stop！ Back up！ I mean engines back full！〃
I wish I could report that I saw what caused this outburst； but my view was blocked by frenzied silhouettes。 Besides； I had my hands full fighting the momentum of the crank； which seemed determined to keep turning in the same direction despite me； driving the wheels ever forward。 I held the wooden rods in a strangle grip and heaved with all my might； feeling something pop in my spine。 Finally； I managed to slow the axles； then at last bring them to a stop。 But for all my grunting effort； I could not make them turn the other way。
〃I'm getting a list！〃 Huck announced。 〃Tilting forward and to port。〃
〃I didn't see it ing！〃 Pincer cried out。 〃We were climbing a little hill； then it just came out of nowhere； I swear！〃
Now I could feel the tilt。 The Dream was definitely tipping forward even as Huck frantically pumped ballast aft。 The eik beams seemed to flail around the darkness up ahead； offering an unsettling view of yawning emptiness where before there had been a gently sloping plain。
I finally managed to get the crank turning backward； but any sense of victory was short…lived。 One of the magnetic clutches…attached to a wheel salvaged from Huck's aunt； I believe…gave way。 The remaining roller bit hard into the mud； with the effect of abruptly slewing us sideways。
The beams now swung along the lip of the precipice we were poised upon。 Apparently； what we had thought was the main floor of the Rift had been but a shelf along the outskirts of the actual trench。 The true gash now gaped； ready to receive us； as it had received so many other things that would never again partake in affairs up where stars glittered bright。
So many dead things； and we were about to join them。
〃Shall I cut ballast？〃 Huck asked； frantically。 〃I can cut ballast。 Pull the signal cord to have Ziz inflate。 I can do it！ Shall I do it？〃
I reached out and took two eyestalks； gently stroking them in the calming way I had learned over the years。 She wasn't making any sense。 The weight of all the steel hawser we trailed was greater than a few bricks slung under the belly of Wuphon's Dream。 If we cut the hawser too； we might rise all right。 But then what would keep the air hose from tangling and snapping as we spun and tumbled？ Even if it miraculously survived； unsnarled； we would shoot up like the bullet…ship in Verne's First Men in the Moon。 Even Pincer would probably die of the bends。
More practical with death looming before us； Ur…ronn fired off rapid spark…pulses； telling Uriel to yank us home without delay。 Good idea。 But how long would it take； I wondered； for the crew above to haul in all the slack？ How fast could they do it without risking a crimp in the air hose？ How far might we fall before two opposite pulls met in a sudden jerk？ That moment of truth would be when we discovered just how well we'd built the Dream。
Helplessly； I felt the wheels lose contact with the muddy shelf as our brave little bathy slid over the edge； starting a long languid fall into darkness。
That； I guess； would be a nice； dramatic place to end a chapter； with our heroes tumbling into the black depths。 A true…to…life cliff…hanger。
Will the crew ever make it home again？
Will they survive？
Yeah； that'd make a good stopping point。 What's more； I'm tired and hurting。 I need to call for help； so I can make it to the bucket in the corner of this dank place and get some relief。
But I won't stop there。 I know a better place； just a bit farther down the stream of time； as Wuphon's Dream slowly fell； rotating round and round； and we watched the eik beams sweep a cliff face that rose beside us like the wall of an endless tomb。 Our tomb。
We dropped half of our ballast； which helped slow the plunge…till a current yanked ahold of the Dream； dragging us faster。 We dropped the remainder but knew our sole chance lay in Uriel reacting perfectly； and then a hundred other things working better than there was any hope of them working。
Each of us was ing to terms with death in our own way； alone； facing the approaching end of our personal drama。
I missed my parents。 I mourned along with them； for my loss was in many ways as bitter to me as it would be to them； though I wouldn't have to endure for years the sorrow they'd carry； on account of my foolish need for adventure。 I stroked and umbled Huphu； while Ur…ronn whistled a plains lament and Huck drew all four eyes together； looking inward； I supposed； at her life。
Then； out of nowhere； Pincer shouted a single word that overrode the keening of our fears。 A word we had heard from his vents before； too many times； but never quite like this。 Never with such tones of awe and wonder。
〃Monsters…ers…ers！〃 he yelled。
Then； with rising terror and joy； he cried it out again。 〃Monsters！〃
No one has e to answer my call。 I'm stuck lying here with a back that won't bend and a terrible need for that bucket。 My pencil is worn down and I'm almost out of paper。。。 so while I'm waiting I might as well push on to the real dramatic moment of our fall。
All was confusion inside Wuphon's Dream as we plunged toward our doom。 We tumbled left and right； banging against the inner hull； against cranks； handles； levers； and each other。 The view outside； when I could see past my wildly gesturing rades； was a jumbled confusion of phosphorescent dots caught in the eik beams； plus occasional glimpses of a rising cliff face； and then quick flashes of something else。
Something…or some things…lustrous and gray。 Agile； flitting movements。 Then curious strokings； rubbing our vessel's hull； followed by sharp raps and bangs all along the flanks of our doomed boat。
Pincer kept babbling about monsters。 I honestly thought he'd gone crazy； but Ur…ronn and Huck had changed their wailing cries and were leaning toward the glass； as if transfixed by what they saw。 It was all so noisy； and Huphu was clawing my aching backside between frenzied attacks on the walls。
I felt sure I made out Huck saying something like…
〃What…or who…could they possibly be？〃
That's when the whirling shapes divided； vanishing to both sides as a new entity arrived； causing us all to gasp。
It was huge； many times the size of our bathy；