“Oh,” said Augusta. “Is that why you do so much swimming? What do you fish for?” Her only experience of fishing was watching her father and his friends angling for trout in the river at home. Fly-fishing. It must be different here.
“There are rocks at each side of the lagoon,” Ocean said. “I dive off them into deep water, looking for lobsters, crabs, mussels. And on the other side of the island there is a little cove where I have a boat. I go out on the sea, catching fish.”
“That sounds like a good way to earn your keep,” Augusta said.
“I love it,” Ocean said. “The next time I go I’ll take you with me.”
Augusta laughed. “Oh, that would be delightful!”
“And now, I too shall take my pleasure.” Ocean had put her tunic back on, but now she removed it again. She sat on the edge of the bed
