have experience?â
âOf course,â Ella replied, as if there were any question. âWeâre McGanns, arenât we?â She thought of how sheâd canoed at Camp Miniwaka last summer. Her team won first place in the race between the docks. She had a badge at home to prove it. She would have been there this summer too, if she were still friends with Sophie, and her mother hadnât decided to go to Burkeâs Island.
âYes,â he said. âYou are.â
They busied themselves, drawing maps of the oceans and continents in the sand, the routes they would travel, across the Atlantic, the Pacific, the Coral Sea. Owen returned a short time later with paddles and two faded orange life jackets Maire and their grandmother might have worn when they were girls. âYou sure your mother wonât mind?â
âWe do this all the time.â Ella pinched Annieâs arm, so she wouldnât disagree. âShe was going to get us paddles anyway. This will save her the trouble.â
âYouâd best stay in the cove,â he said, dragging the boat to the tide line, holding the sides while they climbed in, the water pleasantly cool that afternoon. âThe currents in the channel can be strong.â He pushed them off.
The land fell away. They were weightless, free. âHooray! Weâre part of the ocean!â Annie exclaimed.
Ella plunged her oar into the water, the paddle gliding backward, cutting through the waves like a knife.
Annie wasnât paddling. She gazed around her, awestruck.
âWho are you looking for?â
âNo one,â she said quickly. âWeâre floating. Weâre really floating!â
âYeah, and weâre going to end up beached if you donât do your job. I ought to fire you.â
âYou canât fire me. Iâm your sister.â
âWant to bet?â Ella said. âPaddle harder, will you? On my count.â
âWhy does it have to be your count?â
âListen for once,â she said. âItâs about working together, having the same rhythm.â
âDoes that mean I get a promotion?â
âTo what?â
âSecond in command.â
âShow me youâre ready. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.â
They paddled back and forth across the cove, zigzagging at first, then straightening. Ella scooped up a palm-size jellyfish and threw it at Annie. âGot you!â She seemed disappointed when Annie didnât get upset.
Annie liked the jellyfish. She liked most of the sea creatures sheâd met. She reached for another jelly. Ella ducked, but Annie bided her time. The back of Ellaâs head made a nice target. She knew Ella didnât like getting things in her hair, especially slightly slimy things. The jellies didnât bother Annie. This type had no stingers, nothing to cause harm.
Ella turned forward to see where they were going, casting glances over her shoulder. âI know what youâre up to.â
No, you donât. Not everything. Annie dropped a small stone sheâd been carrying in her pocket over the side. Let Ella think it was the jellyfish, that sheâd disarmed herself. Her sister relaxed then, and when she did, Annie lobbed the jelly at her head. It clung for a moment, then slid into the water with a plop.
âUgh!â Ella swiped at her hair, frantic. âIs there anything there?â
Annie smothered a laugh. It was funny to see Ella so worked up.
âIâll get you back. I swear I will.â
âLook,â Annie said. A porpoise leaped at the mouth of the cove, its body making a perfect arc over the water. Another followed, then another. Annie counted four in all, the same number as their family, or their family, as it used to be.
Ella directed them to a sunken rock shelf, teeming with anemones, starfish, crabs, and fish. âItâs an undersea garden.â
Another eel lived there. Mr. Eel, Annie called him. She
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