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Oliver.
Corey laughed. So did Celia.
She smirked at her brother and he smirked back. Things were getting back to normal.
All three of them kept their eyes fixed on the sailboat in the distance, wondering who was following them and also wondering why.
On board the tiny sailboat on the horizon, Ernest, dressed like a pirate in an old movie with a sash and a hat and even a plastic parrot on his shoulder, steered. Janice stood at the bow with her binoculars raised.
“The chase is on,” she said.
“What?” said Ernest, who couldn’t hear her over the wind.
“I said the chase is on!”
“What?” He still couldn’t hear her.
“The! Chase! Is! On!”
“The chaise? What’s a piece of furniture got to do with anything?”
“I said chase! The chase is on!” she yelled back at him. “Oh, never mind. Just steer.”
Janice couldn’t believe she had to spend the next several weeks on this tiny boat with Ernest. She hoped they would meet up with Sir Edmund soon so she could take a shower and get some distance between herself and the celebrity impersonator. He was not an ideal partner in crime, but he would have to do until she got what she wanted. Luckily, he didn’t know how much Sir Edmund was really paying them to follow the Navels.
She did not intend to share it.
11
WE SORT OF SWIM
WITH SHARKS
ON THE NEXT AFTERNOON, the seas grew rougher, and the ocean swells grew larger. The
Get It Over With
rose to the top of each swell and then surfed down again into the deep trench between the waves.
For hours they followed their course, rising and falling, rising and falling through the swelling sea.
“Now you’re, like, really starting to turn green, dude,” Corey told Oliver, who was watching the first season of
Agent Zero
for the fifth time. “G-R-E-E-N, green. You gonna lose your lunch?”
“Shh … I’m trying to watch you on TV,” Oliver told him. “I’m fine. F-I-N—” But he couldn’t finishspelling back at Corey because he felt his stomach do a somersault. He rushed from the cabin to the front of the boat. He knelt on the hot fiberglass deck, getting ready to return his lunch to the ocean, when he looked up to see a most bizarre sight.
The boat had slid down into one of the trenches between the waves, so there were walls of water on either side like an aquarium, except there was no glass. Oliver was looking straight into the face of a shark as it swam peacefully in the waves.
He forgot all about his upset stomach and nearly fell backward from the boat’s edge. Suddenly, the boat lifted onto the back of the next wave and the wall of water sank below them again.
Oliver stayed where he was so he could see into the ocean when they slid down into the next trench. It was like he was watching a nature show on television, except he could reach out through the screen of water if he wanted. All sorts of sea life floated in the swells—schools of large silver fish and small undulating squid, the long blobby tails of jellyfish, the doofus grin of a sea turtle, and the zombie-eyed stare of sharks.
“You’ve got to see this!” Oliver called out.
Corey and Celia came over and watched with Oliver as the live sea show sank again below them and the horizon rose up in the distance.
“I am, like, awed by the majesty of the sea,” Corey said.
“Yeah,” Celia agreed. She settled down next to her brother. They spent the entire afternoon watching the walls of water filled with sea life rise and fall. The twins forgot they had ever been mad at each other. They even forgot about the television down in the cabin.
Dr. Navel happily watched his children. It was nice to see them enjoying nature instead of television and even nicer to see them getting along again. He let them skip their turn at the watch so they could keep watching the ocean.
As the sun began to set, Big Bart came over to where they sat. Dennis the rooster clucked happily beside him.
“I thought you might like to eat out here,” he
Corey laughed. So did Celia.
She smirked at her brother and he smirked back. Things were getting back to normal.
All three of them kept their eyes fixed on the sailboat in the distance, wondering who was following them and also wondering why.
On board the tiny sailboat on the horizon, Ernest, dressed like a pirate in an old movie with a sash and a hat and even a plastic parrot on his shoulder, steered. Janice stood at the bow with her binoculars raised.
“The chase is on,” she said.
“What?” said Ernest, who couldn’t hear her over the wind.
“I said the chase is on!”
“What?” He still couldn’t hear her.
“The! Chase! Is! On!”
“The chaise? What’s a piece of furniture got to do with anything?”
“I said chase! The chase is on!” she yelled back at him. “Oh, never mind. Just steer.”
Janice couldn’t believe she had to spend the next several weeks on this tiny boat with Ernest. She hoped they would meet up with Sir Edmund soon so she could take a shower and get some distance between herself and the celebrity impersonator. He was not an ideal partner in crime, but he would have to do until she got what she wanted. Luckily, he didn’t know how much Sir Edmund was really paying them to follow the Navels.
She did not intend to share it.
11
WE SORT OF SWIM
WITH SHARKS
ON THE NEXT AFTERNOON, the seas grew rougher, and the ocean swells grew larger. The
Get It Over With
rose to the top of each swell and then surfed down again into the deep trench between the waves.
For hours they followed their course, rising and falling, rising and falling through the swelling sea.
“Now you’re, like, really starting to turn green, dude,” Corey told Oliver, who was watching the first season of
Agent Zero
for the fifth time. “G-R-E-E-N, green. You gonna lose your lunch?”
“Shh … I’m trying to watch you on TV,” Oliver told him. “I’m fine. F-I-N—” But he couldn’t finishspelling back at Corey because he felt his stomach do a somersault. He rushed from the cabin to the front of the boat. He knelt on the hot fiberglass deck, getting ready to return his lunch to the ocean, when he looked up to see a most bizarre sight.
The boat had slid down into one of the trenches between the waves, so there were walls of water on either side like an aquarium, except there was no glass. Oliver was looking straight into the face of a shark as it swam peacefully in the waves.
He forgot all about his upset stomach and nearly fell backward from the boat’s edge. Suddenly, the boat lifted onto the back of the next wave and the wall of water sank below them again.
Oliver stayed where he was so he could see into the ocean when they slid down into the next trench. It was like he was watching a nature show on television, except he could reach out through the screen of water if he wanted. All sorts of sea life floated in the swells—schools of large silver fish and small undulating squid, the long blobby tails of jellyfish, the doofus grin of a sea turtle, and the zombie-eyed stare of sharks.
“You’ve got to see this!” Oliver called out.
Corey and Celia came over and watched with Oliver as the live sea show sank again below them and the horizon rose up in the distance.
“I am, like, awed by the majesty of the sea,” Corey said.
“Yeah,” Celia agreed. She settled down next to her brother. They spent the entire afternoon watching the walls of water filled with sea life rise and fall. The twins forgot they had ever been mad at each other. They even forgot about the television down in the cabin.
Dr. Navel happily watched his children. It was nice to see them enjoying nature instead of television and even nicer to see them getting along again. He let them skip their turn at the watch so they could keep watching the ocean.
As the sun began to set, Big Bart came over to where they sat. Dennis the rooster clucked happily beside him.
“I thought you might like to eat out here,” he
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