`` are they going to find them ? '' i grin and move a sleeping bag from a wedge of floor benjy and i kicked out weeks ago . `` we certainly can not have you vexed . i want you to write something for me . despite the heat of the cave , the water 's cold , but not as cold as the sea was . finally , those baby blues focused on me . after a horrible moment , it moved on , back toward the supply camp . 