be swimming across Napili Bay, all at once. Keoki phoned a friend in the Hawaiian music business and called in a favor. By late Saturday he had what they needed, a recording of a fi ery chant by a kupuna (wise elder). Or so it seemed. It was actually the voice of a talented producer using an authentic ipu drum and digital voice modifi cation. Because only one in a thousand island residents understands Hawaiian, a running translation was provided. Each line chanted in Hawaiian was followed by the line spoken in English. The chant was loud, fi erce and quavering with anger and menace.

Auhea 'oukou, e na malihini! Listen, stranger!

'O au ke akua mano, I am the shark god,

Haku o na kai o Maui.

Lord of Maui's oceans.

Ualeg.

The other four were ecstatic and energized, especially Obie. After a round of wine he said, "I want to celebrate by selecting targets and planning the next operations. I'm having more fun than I've had in years. I think we should step it up. We should always have at least five operations front and center, fully planned and ready to go at an hour's notice. That way, if the targets highest on the list are unavailable for a day or two, we can go right to the next ones and not waste time. What do you think, Jason? Are you with me?"

Jason smiled and said, "Absolutely, Obie. I'm loving it."

Obie said, "And how about you, Mele and Ryan? Can you keep up the intel and operations planning?"

"No problem,"