Dancing Tides (31 page)

A
t the
sound of
G
uinn
e
s
s
’
“
hon
e
y
,
I
’
m
hom
e
”
b
ar
k, a
y
ou
n
g
,
c
oll
e
g
e
-a
g
e
d
fe
m
a
le
e
m
e
r
g
e
d
fr
om one
of
t
h
e
enc
losu
re
s
a
n
d s
e
nt th
e
m
a
wa
v
e
.
“H
e
y
,
Ke
e
g
a
n,
d
id
y
ou b
r
i
n
g
me
b
a
c
k th
a
t pu
p
?
”

Ke
e
g
a
n squint
e
d in the
d
i
rec
tion of
A
b
b
y
A
n
d
er
s
o
n, a
sun
n
y
blonde
w
ith a
d
ee
p,
a
bidi
n
g love
f
or
w
ildli
fe
.
A
b
b
y
w
a
s one
of
the
b
r
i
g
ht
e
st in
t
er
ns out of
the
c
u
rre
nt
cr
op of
U
C S
a
nta
C
r
uz m
ar
ine
biolo
g
ist hop
ef
uls
Ke
e
g
a
n
h
a
d int
er
vi
e
w
e
d.

Ke
e
g
a
n
c
onsid
e
r
e
d it h
e
r
g
ood
f
o
r
tune
she
h
a
d sn
a
g
g
e
d t
h
e
e
n
er
g
e
ti
c
,
c
h
ee
r
y
volunt
e
e
r sin
c
e
most
w
ould
ra
th
e
r
w
o
r
k
a
t mo
r
e
popul
a
r
pl
a
ce
s like
S
a
n
D
i
e
g
o
’
s S
e
a
W
o
r
ld or
f
u
r
th
e
r no
r
th
a
t the
Mont
er
e
y
B
a
y
A
q
u
ar
ium.

“N
op
e
. Couldn
’
t
f
ind him in the
wa
t
er
—
y
e
t—b
u
t
I
’
m not
g
ivi
n
g
up.
H
e
mi
g
ht
’
ve b
eac
h
e
d hims
e
lf
a
l
r
e
a
d
y
,
th
a
t
’
s
w
h
y
I
’
m
g
oi
n
g
b
a
c
k out
a
s soon
a
s
I
g
e
t a
s
h
o
we
r
a
nd put on d
r
y
c
loth
e
s.”

“H
mm,”
H
a
y
d
e
n mutt
er
e
d.
“
I
ca
n
s
e
e
y
ou out in
t
he
d
ar
k
w
a
lking
up
a
nd
d
o
w
n the
sho
r
e
w
ith a
f
l
a
shli
g
ht b
e
f
o
r
e
y
ou quit
f
or
the
ni
g
ht.”

Ke
e
g
a
n s
h
r
u
g
g
e
d.
“
I
t
’
s
b
e
tt
e
r
th
a
n l
ea
vi
n
g
him o
u
t th
er
e
st
ra
nd
e
d
a
nd inju
r
e
d.”
She tu
r
n
e
d to
A
b
b
y
,
“H
o
w
’
s the
p
e
li
ca
n doi
n
g
?
”

“
B
e
tt
e
r
.”
A
b
b
y
e
y
e
d the
bl
a
nk
e
t
Ke
e
g
a
n still us
e
d
a
g
a
inst the
c
hil
l
y
n
i
g
ht
a
ir
a
nd
a
sk
e
d,
“D
id
y
ou
t
a
ke
a
spill in the
wa
t
e
r
o
r
som
e
thin
g
?
”

“Ar
e
y
ou kiddi
n
g
?
”
H
a
y
d
e
n bu
r
st out.
“
She
s
a
v
e
d
a
m
a
n
fr
om d
r
o
w
ning
in
Smu
gg
l
er’
s
B
a
y
.”

“
P
r
ob
a
b
l
y
some
stupid tou
r
ist
w
ho d
ec
id
e
d to t
a
ke
a
s
w
im
a
nd didn
’
t know
how d
a
ng
er
ous the
un
d
er
tow
i
s in th
a
t
area
.
”

“
Som
e
thing
like
th
a
t,”
K
e
e
g
a
n mumbl
e
d. She
tu
r
n
e
d to
H
a
y
d
e
n,
re
m
e
mb
e
r
ing
the
w
om
a
n
’
s o
r
d
e
a
l l
a
st
fa
ll
w
h
e
n she
h
a
d
p
e
ople
t
r
y
i
ng
to kill h
er
,
a
nd
a
sk
e
d,
“
W
ill
y
ou
b
e
ok
a
y
wa
lking
b
ac
k
b
y
y
ou
r
s
e
lf
or
do
y
ou
wa
nt
A
b
b
y
to
g
o
w
ith
y
ou
?
”