Salvage Duty (4)
I pick it up, and it nearly blinds me. I close my eyes and wait for it to go out again. When I can see again, I notice tiny cracks forming along the side. I’ve seen a lot of odd things, but cracking rocks ain’t one I’m familiar with. They grow wider as I watch. I close my eyes in anticipation of the next flash—I’ve timed it to about every 30 seconds. When it goes out again, I see a tentacle sliding along my glove. This isn’t a rock—it’s an egg. There are thousands of them spread throughout the world’s oceans. And they are starting to hatch.