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Show Fair Forever 150 the skiff in all directions. I listen closely and search the bottom of the skiff. No bailing jar today. "Thanks for thumping, Cornelius! I wait and stare until the ripples die away. And then, off to my left, I see it-a flash of yellow, like a wildlife tag-less than five yards away, diving into the deep black of the channel. I hold my breath and wait for it to surface. There it is again! Farther left, barely visible, swimming for the lighthouse. I grab the oars and spin the skiff, and pull hard. Fair Forever shoots forward. I pull again, to the count of three and then spin in my seat. I scan the sea. Again a flash of yellow. "Cornelius!" I yell. "Wait up!" Three more times I pull hard. My heart starts to race. I bend forward and brace , my feet and pull another three. I spin. More yellow, but farther away. "Not so fast!" I holler. "Cornelius, I can't row that fast." I pull harder on the oars, groaning. I bend full forward and my fists turn white. My shoulders start to bum. I spin and stare. Nothing. I look closer. Still nothing. "Cornelius!" My heart is racing. I call again. I wait. |
