Chapter 13

In the back of my mind I recalled how quickly we had reached the little cove, and wondered if that had been part of a rip current that I hadn’t noticed. At the same time I finally spotted what I thought was Reg’s snorkel sticking up out of the water, about fifty yards back the way we had come, but coming closer. Yeah, that was his; I recognized the pirate duct tape he had wrapped around the top. It was definitely him. He’d know what to do. I’d just have to get his attention. Just him being there made me feel strong, like he—or I—could handle whatever had to be done. The girl was calming down but still crying. “My leg hurts and I’m scared! I want my Daddy but he’s—lost. Stupid Daddy! He was supposed to be watching me! Mommy is going to be so mad!” She grimaced and her cute little face was still adorable. Her hair was probably blond and curly but right now it looked like seaweed plastered all over her head. Somehow that too only added to her charm.