“Whoa dude,” Simmon replied, backing up. “We should call you the…turtle protector.”
“He’s right!” Britten cut in, smiling. She moved closer to stand by Flynn but didn’t cross the invisible border he still held with his hand.
“A rare sight, hey,” Sandy whispered.
We all gathered around as close as Flynn would allow, to look at the stunning sea turtle that was slowly gracing the sands, making a path away from the water’s edge.
Britten bent down slowly to take a closer look. “They don’t normally surface at this time of year.”
I was curious at everyone’s interest in the turtle, as we had seen them a few times out in the ocean and no one had paid that much attention before. Yet I thought they were stunning. So beautiful and graceful.
“Did you know that turtles never age?” Britten stated w
