boat. There was no need for stealth, so we just warmed up the Mercury and let them eat our wake. We were quickly out of sight, and itâs hard to track by sound when your own motor is blatting away ten feet behind you. Headed north, just to give them the wrong idea, then doubled back and homed in on the end of the diffuser.
I can dive if I have to, but itâs not my thing. This time we needed lots of divers, though, and in any case the principle had to be tested. Arty saved me from certain embarrassment and possible demise by pointing out that Iâd hooked up my tubes wrong. As we got them fixed, Fisk winked at me. âFrom here on out,â he said, âIâm an objective journalist, sort of.â
âFunny you should say that, since Iâm about to commit a criminal act. Sort of.â And I fell off the Zodiac.
After a certain amount of aimless swimming around, I located the diffuser. It wasnât putting much out right now, so I couldnât follow the black cloud. And Tom was right, the current was powerful,and a greenhorn like me would end up in Newark if he didnât keep swimming south.
But I had some big old magnets, things that would grip with a force of a hundred pounds, and Iâd brought one along. Once I found the diffuser, I slapped the magnet on and tied myself to that with some rock-climbing webbing. This way I could plant my flippers and lean back against the tug of the rope while I worked.
From here on in it was just a problem of industrial engineering. How many holes could we plug per diver per hour, and how could we make it go faster? The key was to assemble the bowl/gasket/bolt/wingnut contraptions in the Zodiacs and hand them to the divers as they were needed.
The plug fit better than I deserved. There would be some leakage owing to the curvature of the pipe, but the diffuserâs ability to emit toxic substances would be cut down to a thousandth of the norm. It was easy to hook the curved end of the bolt under the crossbar and twirl the wingnut down to tighten it. I took my time and estimated how far we could pretighten the wingnuts in the Zodiacs so that the divers wouldnât have to spend cumulative hours twisting them down.
Then I smeared some pipe cement over the threads. Hopefully it would harden up and prevent the wingnuts from being removed.
Not bad. I pretightened the wingnut on another assembly, checked my watch, swam to the next hole, and plugged it. That took five minutes. Five minutes per hole meant five hundred diver-minutes. Theyâd spend half their time farting around with air tanks and other friction, so we needed a thousand diver-minutes, or something like sixteen diver-hours. If we wanted to do it in four hours, weâd need four divers.
When I broke the water, our objective journalist was in a truly passionate clinch with Artemis. His fault. Iâd made a point of waving my light around to warn them. When making love to granola commandos, leave your eyes open. They broke apart and I pretended to be looking the other way.
âIâm in luck,â I said. âWe only need four divers. And we happen to have four, besides meâso I can stay on top. Where I belong.â
Artemis dunked me for that. Then we went back to the
Blowfish
, which blazed with light and cast a heavenly garlic smell across the water. Jim was up cookingâit had to be Jim, whose passion for garlic was fine by me.
âIâm not trying to sound, like, militaristic,â I announced to the tofu-eating multitude, âbut we have a go, Houston.â
Everyone said âall rightâ and some raised an herbal toast. Now that these people were used to me, they were getting into the project. The prospect of destroying a mile-long toxic waste diffuserâhell, destroying
anything
a mile longâwas a fiendish temptation.
âYou want to call the plant, then?â Jim asked.
âI figure, as soon as weâre done eating, we go over
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