The summer programme report came from Daniel on the sixth day, at dinner, delivered with the comprehensive authority of a junior admiral.
"The instructor's name is Rui," he said. "He knows about real boats, not just the small ones. He said the big boats can go to Africa."
"Many can, yes."
"And to where the sharks are."
"The open ocean. Yes."
He ate his fish. He was browner already from six days of seaside programming, and there was a quality to him that had shifted slightly — the specific expansion that happened to children who'd been given open water and told to learn something. He was more of himself than he'd been a week ago, which she hadn't thought was possible.
"Rui says I'm a natural," he said.
"At sailing?"
"At all of it." He said it without arrogance — just fact, the asses
