[they dodge some of the less-friendly Stalkers and toss a fish to a couple they're more familiar with; watch the Gasopods graze; have a narrow brush with a Mesmer and some Bleeders (good thing they raised one in the labs and recognize the lure cues now); quietly note where there's still some wreckage sitting on the ocean bed that can be taken apart; pause in the Kelp Forest to take a moment at the dead Reefback's growing reef; chase each other through the coral and plants or poke each other in the ribs through the thin material of their wetsuits. Mikleo holds Sorey's hand when they reach the Dunes and the long swathes of bloodgrass, whenever they're not dodging predators.

all in all, it's well into the afternoon before they surface and spot a faint shadow on the horizon that doesn't correspond to any of the already-known islands...]

That looks promising, doesn't it?