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Orcinus orca
On my ass, I manage to slide into the boat without too much pain. It’s unsteady, and my sea legs are nonexistent, but it’s not like I’m planning a cross-Atlantic tour. I just need to float. And think.
This boat has oars. And under the bench I find a bag with a Revelation Cove fleece pullover and some emergency supplies. I won’t need the sunscreen tonight but the spray bottle of mosquito repellent is most appreciated. Not like anyone’s going to inhale the lavender Mike/Steve scrubbed into my pores. Adding DEET to the perfumery won’t make a bit of difference when no one’s tongue will be licking parts usually covered with decency.
I should do it. I should untie that little rope and push myself out into the water and paddle across the way to that other island where the bird
