The tentacle shot back into the shell and disappeared for a moment. The travelers all looked at each other. They were all wondering who would say something first. Before any of them had a chance to speak up, a bright light shot out of the darkness and right past Harbor’s head. He froze stiff and blinked rapidly trying to get the light out of his eyes. A trail of bright spots were still stuck in his vision from looking at the light.
“Signal beam!” Typhoon suggested. “I don’t think he meant to hit you, maybe he’s calling for help!”