Chapter 8
The song in the back of Sartin’s head woke him from the deep nap. The ebb tide had rolled away and only his fluke remained in the water. Thankfully, the other Sea People had shaded the pod with palm fronds to protect them from the sun.
He couldn’t place the song. He had never heard it before, yet parts of it were familiar. Sometimes it sounded like the unique song his mother used to sing to him, which was part of the ancient song of the grandmothers. Other times, the song was completely unfamiliar. Whatever it was, the music gave him strength and energy after the long Winter Journey.
Sartin swam out to the sand bar in the cove to gather the reeds needed to make a flute. After the nap on the beach, the water felt almost cold, until his body acclimated again. He was pleasantly s
