'Tourists who don't know the city,' said Reggie. 'It seems like the most direct route from the beach, but they don't know there are no bridges over it. Locals would.'
'The closest bridge is McCully St.,' Kai said. 'That could be a mile away if you're heading from the east end of the canal.'
The view then changed to the camera in another helicopter, this one flying over the water off shore from Waikiki. The camera panned around and showed people still out in the water, some in boats, most on surf boards or other small watercraft.
'What are they doing?' Kai said, turning up the volume. A woman's voice, distressed, described the scene.
'…have apparently ignored warnings from the Civil Air Patrol to evacuate to land. I would like to repeat that this is an extremely dangerous situation, and you are recommended to stay as far away from the shore as possible.'
'Don't those idiots hear the sirens?' Brad said.
'They might be too far from shore,' Reggie said. 'That's why the CAP does flyovers.'
The camera zoomed in on a surfer kicking lazily back to shore. Then it moved across two more surfers and slid over until it focused on four kayakers. They were paddling slowly back in the direction of Waikiki, parallel to the beach. As the camera zoomed in even more, Kai gaped in disbelief at what he was seeing. It felt as though someone had yanked the floor out from under him and simultaneously plunged an ice pick into his chest. He staggered backward, as if the image had hammered him with physical force.
'Kai!' Brad yelled. Before Kai could fall, Brad caught him and sat him down. Kai's eyes never left the screen.
On TV, the faces of the four were clearly visible now. Kai didn't know the boys, but he instantly recognized the two girls with them. With less than half an hour before the largest tsunami in recorded history would strike Honolulu, his own daughter looked directly at the camera and happily waved.
Chapter 27
After having paddled all the way to San Souci Beach, Mia had gotten tired and asked the rest of them if they could turn back. Although Lani was getting sore, she could have gone on a while longer and was disappointed Mia had given up so soon.
They were a third of a mile out in Malama Bay near Kuhio Beach. The breeze had picked up, and the previously calm water now rocked their kayaks on undulating waves. At the rate they were paddling, their sore arms would take another half hour at least to get them back to their starting point on Waikiki.
Lani had been surprised by the number of aircraft buzzing around. First, the low-flying plane that had passed over them three times. Then a news helicopter that seemed to be training its camera on them. That one, she had waved to. Now it seemed like another small plane was headed in their direction.
Her attention was drawn away from the plane to a big commotion along Kalakaua Avenue, even more jammed than usual. People were running in both directions. Few souls were left on the beach.
'Mia,' she said, pointing, 'what's going on over there?'
The two boys also followed her finger.
'I don't know,' Mia said tersely. Her face had turned decidedly ashen.
'Are you OK?'
Mia nodded, but Lani recognized seasickness when she saw it.
'Is there a parade today?' Jake asked.
'Not that I know of.'
Tom shook his head in puzzlement as well.
'Well, something's going on.'
Across Malama Bay at Ala Wai Marina, a huge number of boats streamed from the harbor at a pace that seemed unsafe. In fact, it looked as if two of the boats collided, although they were so far away, it was hard to tell for sure.
The plane was even closer now, as though it was aiming for them. Within another few seconds, she thought she heard a voice coming from the plane. It turned and began to circle them, and the voice became clearer. There was one word that was unmistakable.
'…a tsunami warning has been issued for Hawaii. You must head for shore immediately and get to high ground. I repeat, a tsunami warning has been issued for Hawaii. This is not a drill. You must get to land immediately. The wave will reach Honolulu in 30 minutes. If you understand this warning, raise both your arms and wave.'
All four of them looked at each other and then started waving their arms frantically while still holding their paddles. The plane waggled its wings and banked toward a group of surfers about 500 yards away.
'Why didn't we hear the sirens?' Jake said.
'We're too far from the beach,' Lani said. 'The wind is blowing in that direction.'
'It doesn't matter why!' Mia screamed. 'Let's just go!'
'Come on!' yelled Tom. 'This way!'
Lani and the boys quickly turned their kayaks to the closest beach and began paddling furiously. Mia, who was not as skilled with the kayaks, took longer to turn.
'Faster!' said Jake. 'We don't have much time!'
'My arms are tired!' Mia yelled, obviously distraught by the emergency. 'I can't go faster.'
Mia was barely paddling at half the speed of the rest of them. At that rate, they would be in danger of not making it.
Tom pointed at Jake. 'Kayak back as fast as you can and get somebody to get a boat or something out here to get us.'
'Like who?' Jake said. 'Your parents are gone for the day.'
'My mom,' Lani said. 'She works at the Grand Hawaiian. It's that hotel right there.' She pointed at the distinctive double towers with the walkway between. It looked far away, but she knew it couldn't be more than a mile.
'You go as fast as you can,' Tom said. 'We'll follow you.'
Jake began to paddle furiously in the direction of the beach.
Within three minutes, Jake was already a few hundred yards ahead of them. By this time, the stress, inexperience, and rocking of the kayak was too much for Mia. She leaned to her left and threw up over the side of the kayak. Mia drastically changed the center of gravity while she vomited, and before she finished heaving, the kayak tipped over, tumbling her into the water.
'Mia!' Lani yelled.
Mia bobbed in the water, buoyed by her life vest. She coughed out some salt water and retched again.
'I fell out!' she screamed. 'I fell out!'
Tom paddled over to her and stabilized the kayak.
'We've got to get you back in the kayak,' he said. He turned around and shouted, 'Jake! Jake!'
Jake already far ahead, continued paddling, oblivious to Tom's yells in the constantly changing breeze.
'Don't call him back!' Lani said. 'He's got to keep going. If he hears you and turns back, he won't be able to get help for us.'
Lani could see Tom measuring the distance with his eyes. 'You're right,' he said reluctantly. He let Jake keep going.
Mia, who wasn't a strong swimmer, dog paddled over to the kayak. She pulled on one of the nylon cords, but her strength was so sapped that she couldn't do more than pull herself a foot out of the water. She slumped back into the ocean, choking on more salt water in the process.
'I'll never get back in,' she sobbed. 'I'm not strong enough.'
