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Jonas and I got the paddleboards back in the water and let the coconuts bob next to us while we climbed on. It was like a Three Stooges show: Jonas balanced two coconuts on his board, two on mine, but when he tried to get on his board, one rolled off. I helped him get the coconut back and both of mine rolled backward off the board.
We were both laughing so hard that Jonas fell in, and I had to drop to my knees and paddle around, rescuing his wards.
Finally I wedged three coconuts between my shins and stayed on my knees, paddling back to Welina. Jonas waved and headed toward Eik, and I knew I’d see him soon for cold coconuts.
It was later in the afternoon than I expected it to be when I heard Eik’s dinghy sputter to life. Instead of coming to my boat, though, the dinghy was full o
