Sixteen
Saturday, April 23
Miraflores Locks, Panama Canal
Taffy stuck her head in the water and echolocated on the wall ahead of her. She had no idea if there was water on the other side. She’d have to trust Eva to tell her what to do next. The other dolphins had all made it to this point with Eva and the others. Finn was in distress, much like he had been long ago when those bad people had shot him with their guns, and though Cleo and Chico seemed fine after that long swim up the canal, she could sense they were scared. Very scared.
She was exhausted. More so than she’d ever been in her life. After being in the ship’s hold, she was out of shape. But she had a deep sense that they were not safe. Not yet. She could hear the distant roar of the ocean, and felt the pull of the tide on her
