The water rushed passed the streamline forms dashing for escape, little bubble periodically breaking off and floating to the surface. In the distance they could all feel, if not hear, the roar of motors blazing after them. It hardly seemed possible; none of aquatics had ever thought they would grace the salty waters that now moved through them let alone be on the mad dash of an escape as they were. Once on the island their fate was supposedly sealed, they would live out their lives and die in the warm fresh waters of lake and river. But that was no longer the case, they were free, racing passed reef, weed and fish. All moving in pace, desperate not to be caught by their pursuers.
Daring not to turn her neck a full length at this speed, a large manta eye glanced briefly towards the others. Cody, Alec, Sayuri and herself were all that had escaped from the island, all that remained of the underwater life from the island. Awen was glad that they all seemed to be keeping pace. They all knew