At Han Solo's urging, Luke immediately assumed the pose of a master of the Force, floating on the water with his eyes closed as he strained to use every bit of his power.
A true Jedi Master could sense more than a single person. He could sense major events happening on the other side of the Milky Way Galaxy, even things that might happen in the future.
That meant Master Yoda, the Little Green Man. Not Luke.
Luke had never been that perceptive. Even among the Jedi, his command of the Force was nothing exceptional.
Still, the veins stood out on his forehead, his whole body shook as if he had malaria, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. He certainly looked the part.
The result was less impressive.
"I can't sense her at all. Could she have left the planet?"
After struggling for a while, he opened his eyes and began to doubt himself.
"Damn it, we have to get her back! Did you hear me?" Han Solo threw the bottle from atop his head into the water. His impatience got the better of him, and he lunged at Luke, grabbing the Jedi by the collar.
"I tried!" Luke knocked his hand away. He wanted to say more, but fell silent.
It felt as though the flowing water had carried the warmth from his body, leaving cold to seep through his veins and into his heart. The gloom pressed in on young Skywalker. He truly couldn't think of a plan.
"Calm down, Han. Getting angry won't solve anything." Sana, who had been swimming with Aphra, caught hold of her agitated old friend and shook her head. "We need to stay calm and come up with a plan."
"What plan? This isn't as simple as jumping aboard a ship