Alex and Blake completed their walk around the perimeter of Motutawa as the tide was turning and on its way in. The had walked in a clockwise direction, picking up driftwood along the way, shells and even buried a couple of little blue penguins that had been washed up. No way could she have thrown them back into the sea for a shark or something else to come along and eat them, although the sharks in the waters around Motutawa tended to be hammerheads but still, they probably ate penguins.
“Good timing,” she said, “We’re not going to be stranded and have to spend the night on the beach or in a cave filled with bats.”
Blake laughed, “I don’t think I saw any caves, Alex and I’m such a gentleman I would have scooped you up and carried you back to the chalet.”
“Are you sure there are no cav
