19Fantasie realigns itself to the changing wind and tide, following all the other boats in here, which is just as well because we’re packed in like sardines.
Dad putters over the lumpy water for his morning coffee. ‘We can’t sail back to Lautoka today – there’s too much wind. I’m sorry.’
Cornelius looks at me intently. ‘The sea’s too rough for us to go scuba diving. The light won’t reach the coral.’
‘Another day of rest then,’ I beam, so they can relax. We sit and chat about small things until sea and sky grow empty spaces between us.
‘Well, I’ll go potter on some small jobs.’ Dad puts down his cup. ‘Thanks for the coffee.’
‘Dad, I want to go ashore later,’ I call after him. ‘We’ll pick you up.’
I gather up the cups and follow Cornelius inside.
I can’t get away and I don’t want to.
