The bear slapped the water again, then gave another low chuff and began to swim—slowly—toward the direction it had indicated. Every few strokes, it paused and looked back at the trawler. “She wants us to follow,” Elias said.
Henrik was already heading back into the wheelhouse. “Then we follow.” Elias blinked. “Seriously?” “Something’s wrong. I don’t know what, but I’m not ignoring it.” Henrik dropped into the captain’s chair and flipped the engine toggle.