Boyd Morrison - The Tsunami Countdown

“Something’s wrong with my ride!” said Jake.

“Mine too,” said Brad.

Kai looked at Waikiki and realized that they weren’t slowing down. Their speed in relation to the beach was indeed slowing, but it wasn’t because their Jet Skis were decelerating. It was because the water was receding, and they were struggling to maintain forward motion. The tide was ebbing, the classic trough preceding the wave.

The tsunami had arrived.

11:22 a.m.

First Wave

The express elevator to the penthouse restaurant in the Grand Hawaiian opened to dispense the last of the guests from the lobby, Rachel among them. According to the list in front of her, seven rooms below the tenth floor still had guests in them, but it was too late to do anything about that now. They were on their own. The Starlight restaurant had a panoramic view of Honolulu, with glass in every direction except toward the north. To the west was the other Grand Hawaiian building—the Akamai tower—and downtown Honolulu. To the east was Diamond Head. And to the south, a magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean out to the horizon. The stunning vistas, not to mention the world-class cuisine, made the Starlight one of the most sought-after reservations in Honolulu. Celebrities visiting Oahu would often stop there to nosh on crab Rangoon or shallot-infused mahi mahi and take in the spectacular scenery.

Rachel paid no attention to the view. She walked around the restaurant, trying to calm the guests and answering questions.

“When can we leave?”

“Is someone coming for us?”

“Are we safe up here?”

Rachel tried to be as positive as she could without promising anything.

“Please calm down, everyone,” she said. “We’re perfectly safe up here for now.”

A few of the women cried, but most of the guests took the situation well. The battle-hardened veterans in particular seemed to be taking it in stride.

A woman at the window screamed, and a man on crutches next to her pointed outside. All heads turned in the direction of the beach.

Max, who was also standing at the window, waved her over.

“Rachel, come here quick!”

She ran over and gasped when she saw what they were looking at. The water had receded from the beach, exposing a great swath of sand for miles up and down the coast. The yachts that remained in the Ala Wai marina rested on the bare seafloor, most of them leaning over on their sides. The Ala Wai Canal, which extended from the marina under three bridges and angled behind Waikiki, had been completely drained, revealing its silty brown bed. A few of the sightseers that were left leaned over the bridges’ railings to watch the fish flopping around in the empty canal. Some of the bystanders finally understood that the coming tsunami was real and ran across the bridges, seeking refuge they could no longer reach.

Several boats that had left the marina late were now stranded on ocean floor that hadn’t been exposed to the air since before the first Polynesians had settled in Hawaii. In all, five sailboats, seven motorboats, a 150-foot white luxury yacht, and a massive dredging barge were left high and dry. Some of the passengers stood dumbfounded on the decks of the boats, while others jumped overboard in an attempt to get to high ground.

To the east, only a scattered few stayed on the beach, either not realizing the danger or ignoring it. As she surveyed the scene, she spotted three minuscule objects racing for the shore.

“Kai!” she cried out.

“What?” said Max.

“My husband and daughter. That’s them right there.”

“You’re kidding!”

The Jet Skis were just about to reach the waterline. But that would leave them still a hundred yards from the nearest building.

“Oh my God!” said Max. “They’re not going to make it. Look!”

“Don’t say that!” Rachel said, clasping his arm. “They will make it!”

With the water still flowing out, an even more ominous sign approached. The sun reflected off a line of water stretching from horizon to horizon. The line seemed to be coming toward them at an impossible speed, but just as it began to slow, it started to grow in height.

Rachel put her other hand on the window and leaned her head against it.

“Come on, Kai!” she said, pleading, her eyes wide with terror. “You can do it!”

She clutched Max’s arm and could do nothing more than watch as the tsunami loomed in the distance, no more than a minute from engulfing the tiny specks below.

“Hold on!” Kai yelled.

The Jet Ski hit the exposed beach more gently than he thought it would, sliding along the wet sand easily for at least fifteen feet. By the time they had all jumped off, the water was already another forty feet behind them, as if a giant vacuum were sucking the ocean away.

Kai grabbed Lani’s hand and, with the dry bag flapping uncomfortably against his back, sprinted for the hotel in front of them. The distance seemed vaster than the Sahara Desert, but he knew they could cross that span in less than a minute. It was all they had.

Brad held Mia’s hand and pulled her along, followed by Teresa, Tom, and Jake. The going was slower than Kai wanted, because the sand was wet and their feet sank into it all too easily. To make matters worse, the shore inclined significantly, so they felt as if they were practically climbing it.

Twice, Lani slipped and fell. Kai looked down and saw the reason: she and Mia were wearing flip-flops, while the rest of them wore sneakers except for Brad, who had on boots.

“Kick those flip-flops off!” Kai said.

The girls did as they were told without hesitation.

In a few more seconds they reached what was normally the surfline. To Kai’s astonishment, a massive Hawaiian woman dressed in a flowing muumuu walked slowly out toward the ocean, her arms outstretched.

He stopped, mesmerized by the sight.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Ma’am! A tsunami is coming!”

She turned to him. She was in her fifties, her skin wrinkled from exposure to the sun, a beatific smile revealing stunning white teeth.

“This is God’s will,” she calmly said, and then continued her march to the sea and certain death.

“Come on!” Brad screamed. “Forget her!”

Before Kai turned to run, he stole a look at the sea and with his own eyes saw the phenomenon he had studied for years in cramped offices with abstract mathematical formulas.

A frothy white mass churned toward them in horrifying splendor, building and collapsing as it reached the shallows surrounding the island. At first the sound was very much like the crashing of waves on the shore, but the difference was that the roar never abated: it just kept growing, continually topping itself, reminding Kai of a jet engine throttling up for takeoff.

He might have stayed there, transfixed, until the tsunami took him if Brad hadn’t grabbed his shoulder.

“Come on!” he repeated.

The others were already ahead of Kai, but Lani lagged behind. He grabbed her hand as he ran by.

The girls were exhausted from their ordeal in the kayaks, and they slowed the group down. Mia sobbed from the fatigue, but she didn’t complain, and neither did Lani.

“You’re doing great!” Kai yelled in encouragement.

They reached Kalakaua Avenue, the sound of the tsunami behind them so loud that it was hard to hear each other. Tom and Jake started sprinting for the building directly in front of them, and Teresa followed with Mia. They were headed for the wrong building. The twenty-story hotel Kai had intended to go to was a hundred yards farther up the street. The condo in front of them was only ten stories high.

“No!” he yelled. “That one!” He pointed at the taller hotel.