Dancing Tides (241 page)

O
n
c
e
she
g
ot
c
los
e
r
to the
r
o
c
ks, she
c
ut the
moto
r
a
nd d
r
opp
e
d t
h
e
knob
b
y
a
n
c
ho
r
,
g
a
t
h
ere
d up
h
e
r
g
e
ar
a
nd
wa
d
e
d onto sho
re
,

Chop
p
y
wa
v
e
s
a
s h
i
g
h
a
s
t
e
n
fee
t sl
a
mm
e
d into the
su
rr
oundi
n
g
c
li
ff
s.
K
e
e
g
a
n
g
l
a
n
ced ar
ound
f
or
f
i
r
m
e
r
f
ooting.
A
s she
m
a
de
h
e
r
w
a
y
u
p the
r
o
c
ks, one
slipp
e
r
y
st
e
p
a
t a
tim
e
, it o
cc
u
r
r
e
d to h
er
, s
h
e
didn
’
t h
ea
r
the
b
ar
ki
n
g
of
a
n
a
ng
r
y
s
ea
l.

I
n
fac
t,
a
ll she
h
e
a
r
d
wa
s
the
r
o
a
r
of
t
h
e
s
ea.

F
a
t d
r
ops of
ra
in b
e
g
a
n to t
a
p on the
b
r
im of
the
R
a
id
e
rs
ca
p.
Ke
e
g
a
n h
u
gg
e
d the
c
ra
g
g
y
r
o
c
ks like
a
lov
er
,
t
r
y
i
n
g to hold on
a
g
a
inst the
c
h
i
l
l
y
w
ind,
a
ll the
w
hile
s
c
a
nning
the
jutti
n
g bould
er
s
f
or
a
n
y
s
i
g
n of
wildlife
.

M
a
y
b
e
it
wa
s too si
c
k or
inju
re
d to b
ar
k no
w
, she
t
hou
g
ht.
Af
t
e
r
a
ll, it h
a
d
t
a
k
e
n h
e
r
o
v
e
r
a
n hour
to
g
e
t to this spot.

B
ut still, a
fee
li
n
g
of
un
e
a
se
p
r
i
c
k
e
d
a
lo
n
g
h
e
r
c
o
mmon s
e
ns
e
. Sh
e’
d b
ee
n
a
t this
f
or
y
ea
r
s,
a
nd s
h
e’
d n
e
v
e
r
h
a
d a
s
ea
l st
a
y
this qui
e
t
f
or
this long
unl
e
ss...

She
s
earc
h
e
d
a
lo
n
g
the
c
r
a
g
s
an
d
c
r
e
vi
ce
s
o
f
the
w
a
t
er
sh
e
d. So
f
a
r
a
ll she
s
a
w
wa
s the sli
c
k, mos
s
y
su
rf
a
c
e
th
a
t
th
rea
t
e
n
e
d
h
e
r
f
ooti
n
g
.

M
a
n
e
uv
er
i
n
g
far
th
e
r
into the
sm
a
ll
c
ov
e
, she
c
a
u
ght mov
e
m
e
nt out of
the
c
o
r
n
e
r
of
h
e
r
e
y
e
a
bout the
s
a
m
e
time
h
e
r
wa
lki
e
-
t
a
lkie
c
r
ac
kl
e
d to li
fe
.

J
ust
a
s she
hit the
button
to sp
ea
k into the
ra
dio to
t
e
ll
A
b
b
y
she
c
ouldn
’
t
f
i
nd the
s
ea
l, a m
a
n
’
s voi
c
e
st
ar
tl
e
d
h
er
.

“Dr
op the
r
a
dio.
T
h
r
ow
i
t into the
wa
t
er
.
Y
ou
w
o
n
’
t be
n
ee
di
n
g
it.”

E
v
e
n
fr
om
f
ive
fee
t
aw
a
y
, the
g
u
y
st
a
nk
fr
om the
s
m
e
ll of
s
wea
t
a
nd liquo
r
.
H
is
c
loth
e
s
wer
e
f
ilt
h
y
.
N
ot on
l
y
did
he
look dish
e
v
e
l
e
d, but
h
is
e
y
e
s
we
r
e
c
old
a
nd
g
l
az
e
d ov
er
, like
he mi
g
ht not be
a
ll th
ere
.
B
ut
Ke
e
g
a
n kn
e
w
imm
e
di
a
t
e
l
y
she
wa
s in t
r
oubl
e
.
“
Rob
b
y
St
e
v
e
ns,
r
i
g
ht
?
”
she
su
r
mis
e
d looking
p
a
st the
bl
e
a
c
h
e
d
h
a
ir
a
nd h
a
z
e
l
-
g
r
ee
n
e
y
e
s th
a
t didn
’
t look
rea
l.
T
h
e
im
a
ge
of
his m
u
g shot
f
ilt
ere
d th
r
o
u
g
h the
dis
g
uis
e
.