Dancing Tides (245 page)

Rob
b
y
M
ac
k
s
cr
ubb
e
d
a
h
a
nd do
w
n his unsh
a
v
e
n
face
.
“T
h
a
t
’
s t
h
e
w
a
y
y
o
u
wa
nt it
f
in
e
.
W
e’
ll use
the
din
g
h
y
to
c
r
oss the
s
we
ll
a
nd
g
e
t o
v
e
r
to the
bo
a
t, use
the
ra
d
io th
er
e
to t
e
ll
B
e
n
n
e
tt
w
h
a
t
I
wa
nt him to do.
Le
t
’
s
g
o
!
”

She
st
ar
t
e
d moving
w
ith
the
g
un in h
e
r
b
ac
k.
Ke
e
g
a
n
ca
l
c
u
l
a
t
e
d the
situ
a
tion, tim
e
d h
e
r st
a
t
e
m
e
nts so th
a
t she
c
o
uld
g
e
t him t
a
lkin
g
.
“
W
hy
do
y
ou h
a
t
e
Co
r
d so mu
c
h
?
”

“T
h
a
t
’
s
e
a
s
y
.
H
e
took C
a
ssie
aw
a
y
f
r
om m
e
.
W
e
wer
e
doi
n
g
f
i
n
e
until th
a
t b
a
st
ar
d
e
nt
ere
d the
p
i
c
tu
re
. Stupid idiot n
e
v
e
r
r
e
a
li
z
e
d
I
’
d
w
oo h
e
r
b
a
c
k
a
g
a
in
a
nd
a
g
a
in
e
v
e
r
y
si
n
g
le tim
e
.”

Ke
e
g
a
n
n
arr
o
we
d h
e
r
e
y
e
s
a
t th
a
t
a
s she
c
limb
e
d
i
nto the
motorbo
a
t, st
ar
t
e
d to pull up the
a
n
c
ho
r
.
“
She
c
h
e
a
t
e
d
on Co
r
d
?
”

She
a
l
rea
d
y
k
n
e
w
of
c
ou
r
s
e
, but sin
c
e
she
d
e
e
m
e
d
she
n
ee
d
e
d to
k
ee
p Rob
b
y
t
a
lki
n
g and distracted
, it mi
g
ht
a
s
we
ll be
a
bout C
a
ssi
e
.

“E
v
e
r
y
time
he
l
e
f
t
f
or
I
r
a
q,”
Rob
b
y
b
r
a
gg
e
d.
“
Stupid bit
c
h didn
’
t h
a
ve
a
f
a
ith
f
ul bone
in h
e
r
bo
d
y
. She
c
h
ea
t
e
d
r
i
ght und
e
r
his nos
e
.
A
nd B
e
nn
e
tt
wa
s too d
e
sp
e
ra
te
to
e
v
e
r
c
a
t
c
h on or
l
e
t h
e
r
g
o.”

A
ll
a
t on
ce
,
K
ee
g
a
n b
r
o
u
g
ht up the
a
n
c
hor
to the
l
e
v
e
l of
the
ski
ff
. She
s
w
u
ng
the
h
ea
v
y
we
i
g
ht
w
ith
e
v
e
r
y
thi
n
g
s
he
h
a
d into the
side
of
Robby’s h
ea
d. She
h
e
ar
d bone
c
r
ac
k
a
nd the
thud of him hitting
som
e
thing
solid on his
w
a
y
do
w
n.

T
he
g
un
we
nt
f
l
y
i
n
g
out
of
his
f
ist
a
nd l
a
nd
e
d s
o
m
ew
h
er
e
on t
h
e
r
o
c
ks.
K
e
e
g
a
n didn
’
t both
e
r
to
c
h
ec
k
w
h
e
r
e
. She
r
oll
e
d the
un
c
on
s
c
ious m
a
n to the
side
of
the
r
a
f
t
a
nd push
e
d him
w
ith h
e
r
f
oot into the
a
n
g
r
y
s
ea.

She
pivot
e
d
ar
ound to pull the
st
ar
t
e
r
c
o
r
d on t
h
e
moto
r
.
W
h
e
n it ki
c
k
e
d in, she
th
r
ottl
e
d b
ac
k, sp
e
d
f
ull out to
wa
r
d the
M
oonlight
M
ile
a
s it bobb
e
d in the
d
ee
p su
rf
.

B
e
c
a
use
of
t
h
e
hi
g
h tid
e
,
it took h
e
r
t
e
n long
minut
e
s to
re
a
c
h the
t
raw
l
er
.
S
he
c
limb
ed a
bo
ar
d, s
c
ra
mbl
e
d to the
ra
dio.
“
M
a
y
d
a
y
!
M
a
y
d
a
y
!
M
a
y
d
a
y
!
T
his is the
M
o
onlight
M
il
e
.
I
n
e
e
d h
e
lp
a
t
W
ild
e
r
R
a
n
c
h St
a
te
P
ar
k.
O
v
e
r
!
”
she
s
cr
ea
m
e
d b
rea
thl
e
ss into the
mic
b
ef
o
r
e
g
oi
n
g
into
f
u
r
th
e
r
d
e
t
a
il
a
bout
w
h
a
t
h
a
d h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
w
ith Robby
M
a
c
k.