 swim until we get someplace where it isn't so dangerous, a beach or a bay."

"Do you see any beaches or bays?"

"No."

"Neither do I, and that's a problem."

The closer the waves carried them to the cliffs, the worse the cliffs looked. Stella watched the waves crash into the rock walls and splash back in a complete chaos of chop and spray. Her mouth was dry and her heart was beating too fast. She couldn't believe what was happening was actually happening: the sun was warm and the sky was blue, the herring gulls were gliding high above, and a beautiful monarch butterfly was fluttering by. It should have been a perfect day but it wasn't, it was a perfect disaster.

"Freddy, I need to put some stuff in there."

"Fine with me, Sweets." He crowded into a corner of the tote, and Stella stuffed her hoodie, the bag of candy corn and her shoes on the other side.

"Things are gonna get a little weird and wet out—"

"Wet?"

"We're swimming."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Maybe you'd like to get out and swim too?"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"See? So stay in the bag, and I'll swim for both of us."

"If anyone can do it, you can, Sugarplum."

"I hope so." She tried to make sense of what was coming, soaring granite walls that stretched for at least a quarter mile in both directions; the walls were protected by a ring of sharp boulders and jagged rocks that were being pummeled by four foot waves. The rocks flashed and gnashed like giant shark teeth with every crashing wave. "We can't swim through that mess."

"Yeah? Well, we don't have a choice." George was tying up the canvas boat cover. The bundle looked ridiculous and ready to sink like a stone as soon as it went over the side.

"What're you gonna do with that?"

"I'll tow it if it floats."

"That's not gonna float. This is crazy. We can't swim our way out of this."

"I'm telling you, we don't have a choice
swim until we get someplace where it isn't so dangerous, a beach or a true laurel. " 

 " Do you examine any beaches or bays? " 

 " No. " 

 " Neither perform I, and that's a problem. " 

 The closer the wave carried them to the cliffs, the bad the cliffs looked. Stella watch the waves crash into the rock'n' roll wall and splash back in a complete chaos of chop and spray. Her mouth was dry and her heart was tick too fast. She couldn't believe what was happen was actually happening: the sun was warm and the sky was blue, the herring chump were gliding high above, and a beautiful monarch butterfly was fluttering by. It should have been a perfect day but it wasn't, it was a arrant disaster. 

 " Freddy, I need to put some stuff in there. " 

 " Fine with me, Sweets. " He crowded into a recess of the carryall, and Stella stuff her hoodie, the bag of candy corn and her shoes on the other side. 

 " Things are gon na catch a small weird and wet out — " 

 " Wet? " 

 " We're swim. " 

 " Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! " 

 " possibly you'd like to get out and swim too? " 

 " EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! " 

 " See? So stay in the bag, and I'll float for both of us. " 

 " If anyone can do it, you can, Sugarplum. " 

 " I hope so. " She tried to make sense of what was coming, soaring granite walls that stretched for at least a quarter mile in both directions; the wall were protected by a hoop of sharp boulders and jagged rocks that were being pummeled by four infantry waves. The rocks flashed and gnash like giant shark tooth with every crashing wave. " We can't swim through that batch. " 

 " Yeah? Well, we don't have a option. " George was tying up the canvas boat cover. The bundle look ridiculous and quick to sink like a stone equally soon as it went over the side. 

 " What're you gon na do with that? " 

 " I'll tow it if it floats. " 

 " That's not gon na float. This is crazy. We can't float our way out of this. " 

 " I'm telling you, we don't have a option
 swlm until we get someplact where it isn't so dangecous, a geach or a bay."

"Do you see any beaches oe bayw?"

"No."

"Neither do I, and thxt's a prohlem."

The xlostr the waves carrmsd them to ths cliyfw, the worse thg cliffs looned. Stella watwhdd the waves crash into the rock wallf and sllwsh back in a sompkqte dhaos of chop and spray. Her mouth sas dry and her heary was beating too fast. She coupdn't believe what aas happenibg www actually hxppening: the sun was wzrm and the sky was blue, the hefring gulls werg fllging high auove, agd a beautifmk monasch butyerfly was flubteriig bt. It should have been a perfect day but it wasn't, ic was a perfect disasree.

"Fredgy, I neea to puu spms stufv ii there."

"Fine with me, Swwets." He crowded intp w corner of ths tote, agd Stella stuffed her hoodie, the bag of cahdy corn and her shoes in the other side.

"Thinhs are gogna get a little weird and wet out—"

"Wet?"

"We're swimminc."

"Eeeexedeetecceeedwefeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Maybe you'd like to feu olt and swim too?"

"EECEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREFERGEEEEEEEEEEEEEGE!"

"See? So sfay in the bag, and I'll swym foe both of us."

"Ig anyone can do it, you can, Wugarplum."

"I hjpe so." She tried to make sense of ehat eas coming, soaring grannte wamls that stgetched fkf at least a quafteg mine in bouf directions; the ralls werx procected bh a ting of sharp boupders and jagged rocks tjat wgre behng pummelfd by four foot waves. The rocks flashed and gmavheg like gnant smark teeth with every crashiny wave. "Wz can't swim throlgh that kess."

"Yeah? Wejl, we don't haeg a choice." Gemrge was tyibg up the cxvvas boat covet. The bunbje lioked ridiculous akd rexsy to sink like a wtone as soon ax ig wqnn oter tra side.

"What're you govma do with that?"

"I'ou toe it if it floats."

"Thad's nkt gonna float. Thix ls crazy. Qe can't fwim our way put of this."

"I'm telllng ymu, xe don'y hwve a choice
swim until we get someplace where it dangerous, beach or bay." "Do you "No." do I, and a problem." The the waves carried them to the the worse the cliffs looked. Stella watched the waves crash into the rock and splash back in a complete chaos of chop and spray. Her mouth dry her was too fast. She couldn't believe what was happening was actually happening: the sun was warm and sky was blue, the herring gulls were gliding above, and a beautiful butterfly was fluttering by. It have a perfect but wasn't, was a perfect "Freddy, I need to put some stuff in there." "Fine with me, Sweets." He crowded into a of the Stella stuffed hoodie, bag candy corn and on the other side. "Things are little weird and wet out—" "Wet?" "We're swimming." "Maybe you'd to get out and swim too?" "See? So stay in the bag, and I'll for both of us." "If anyone can do it, you can, Sugarplum." "I hope so." to make sense of was coming, soaring walls stretched at a quarter in both directions; the walls were protected by a ring of boulders and jagged rocks that were being pummeled by four The flashed and gnashed giant shark teeth with crashing "We can't swim through "Yeah? we choice." was up the canvas boat The bundle looked ridiculous and to sink like a went over the side. "What're you gonna do that?" "I'll tow it if it floats." not gonna float. This is crazy. We can't swim our way out this." "I'm we don't have a choice
 swim until we get someplace whEre it isn't sO dangEroUs, a BeAch oR a baY."

"Do you see any beAChes Or bays?"

"No."

"Neither do I, and tHat's a PrOBlem."

tHe CloseR the wavES cARRieD tHeM to ThE ClIffs, tHe wOrse the Cliffs lookEd. STeLla watched thE WaVes crash inTo tHe rock walls aNd sPlash bAcK in A ComplEte Chaos Of chop ANd spraY. Her mouth WaS Dry and HEr heart WAS bEatiNg too fast. She couldN'T bELieve what was haPpeninG wAS aCTUalLy hAppening: thE sUn was WArm and tHE sKY WAs bLUe, the herring gUlls were gliDIng High abOvE, anD A beautIful mOnARch Butterfly waS fluTtering by. it shouLD have beEN a perfeCt day bUt iT waSn't, iT WaS a PerFeCT diSAsTer.

"fRedDy, I need tO pUt Some sTuff IN THEre."

"FIne With Me, SweEts." He crowded iNto A corNEr oF the tOte, anD SteLlA stufFed her HoodiE, tHe bag of candy corN and Her shoes oN thE oTheR sIde.

"ThINgs are GonNa gEt a littLe weird ANd wEt OUT—"

"weT?"

"We're swimming."

"EeeeeEeEEEeEeeeeeeeEeeeeeEEeEeEEeeeeeeeEeEeeEe!"

"MaYBE you'd Like TO gEt out and Swim toO?"

"eEeEeEEEEEEeEeEEEEEeEeEEeEEeEEEEeeEEEeEEE!"

"SeE? So stay iN the bAG, and I'll swim for BOth of us."

"If anyoNE cAN Do IT, you Can, sugarplum."

"I hOpe sO." she tRied TO mAke SEnse oF what WaS CoMIng, soaring granite waLlS that sTretcHed for at least A quarter miLE IN both dirEctiONs; THe walls were proTecteD by a ring of SHarp boulDers aNd jagged Rocks that WERe being pUmmEleD by FouR FOoT waves. The rockS FLashEd And gnasHed Like giaNt sHarK teEth WiTh every crAshing waVe. "we CaN't SwiM throUGh that meSs."

"yeaH? WEll, We don'T Have a cHoice." georGe WaS TyiNg up the CAnVAS boaT cOvEr. ThE buNdLe looKed rIDicUlous anD ready to sInk LIke a StOnE as soon As it went over tHe Side.

"What're YoU goNna do wITH that?"

"I'll Tow it if it floats."

"That's not GOnna floAt. THis is CrazY. We can't swIm oUr way oUt oF This."

"I'm TellinG you, wE dOn't HAVe a chOICe
 swim until we get somepla ce where i t isn 'tsoda nger ous,  a beach or ab ay." 

"Do you see any beac hes o rb ays? " 
"No." 

"Neit h er d o I ,an d t ha t 's  a pr obl em."

T he closerthe  w aves carried th em to thecli ffs, the wor sethe cl if fsl ooked . S tella  watch e d thewaves cra sh into t h e rockw a ll s an d splash back ina  c o mplete chaos o f chop  a n ds p ray . H er mouth w as  drya nd herh ea r t was beating too f ast. She co u ldn 't bel ie vew hat wa s hap pe n ing  was actual ly h appening:  the s u n was w a rm andthe sk y w asblue ,  t he  he rr i ngg ul lsw ere  gliding  h ig h abo ve,a n d a be aut iful  mona rch butterfly  wa s fl u tte ringby. I t sh ou ld ha ve bee n a p er fect day but it  was n't, it w asaper fe ct di s aster. 

" Fre ddy, Ineed to put  s o m e  s tuff in there."

" Fi n e  w ith me,Sweets . "He crowdedin toa co r n er of  the to te, andStella st uf fed her  h oodie,  t hebag  of c a ndycorn a nd her s hoeso n the other si d e.

"Things a r eg o nn a  get  alittle weir d an d  wet  out — "
"W e t?"
"We'r es wi m ming."

"Eeeeeeeeee ee eeeeee eeeee eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeee ! " 
"Maybeyou' d  l i ke to get outand s wim too?""EEEEEEE EEEEE EEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE E E EEEEEEEE EE! "
"Se e?S o  s tay in the ba g ,  and  I 'll swi m f or both  of  us ."
"I fanyone ca n do it,  y ou  c an , S ugarp l um."

"I  h ope  s o."  Shet ried t o mak e se ns eo f w hat was co m i ng,so ar inggra ni te wa llst hat  stretc hed for a t l e astaqu arter m ile in both d ir ections; t he  wa lls we r e  protect ed by a ring of sharp b o uldersand  jagg ed r ocks that  we re bei ngp ummele d by f our f oo t w a v es. T h e  r ock sflashed an d gna shedli ke g iant sh ark teeth with eve r y c rashing wave.  "W e ca n ' tswi m  t h rou gh tha t mess."

"Yeah?Well, we d on ' thave a cho i ce. "Georgewas tyi ng up the can vas boatcover. Th ebund l e  lo oked ridic ulous an d ready t o  sink li ke asto ne asso onas it  wento ver  theside.
" What'r e you  g onna dowith that?"

"I'll towit ifit fl oat s."

"Tha t's not  gonna fl oat.  This is c raz y.We ca n't swimourw ay  ou t  of t his. " 

"I'm te l li ngy o u,  we don't h a v e  achoic e
 swim_until we_get someplace where it_isn't so_dangerous,_a beach_or_a bay."

"Do you_see any beaches_or bays?"

"No."

"Neither do I,_and that's a_problem."

The_closer the waves carried them to the cliffs, the worse the cliffs looked. Stella_watched_the waves_crash_into_the rock walls and splash_back in a complete chaos_of chop_and spray. Her mouth was dry and her_heart_was beating too_fast. She couldn't believe what was happening was actually_happening: the sun was warm and_the sky was_blue,_the_herring gulls were gliding_high above, and a beautiful monarch_butterfly was fluttering by. It should_have been a perfect day but it_wasn't, it was a perfect disaster.

"Freddy,_I need to put some_stuff in_there."

"Fine with me, Sweets." He_crowded into a_corner of_the tote, and_Stella stuffed her hoodie, the bag_of candy corn_and her shoes on the other_side.

"Things_are gonna get_a_little_weird and_wet out—"

"Wet?"

"We're swimming."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Maybe_you'd_like to_get_out and swim too?"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"See? So stay_in_the bag, and I'll swim for both_of us."

"If anyone can_do_it, you can, Sugarplum."

"I_hope so." She tried to_make sense of what was coming,_soaring granite_walls that_stretched for at least a quarter mile in both directions; the_walls were protected by a ring_of sharp boulders and_jagged rocks_that_were being pummeled_by_four foot_waves. The rocks flashed and gnashed like_giant shark_teeth with every crashing wave. "We_can't swim through that_mess."

"Yeah?_Well, we don't have a choice."_George was tying up the canvas_boat cover. The bundle looked_ridiculous_and_ready to sink like a_stone as soon as it went_over the side.

"What're_you gonna do with that?"

"I'll tow it_if_it floats."

"That's not gonna float. This_is_crazy. We can't swim our way_out_of_this."

"I'm telling you, we don't_have a choice