nothing, but the mast itself seemed in fair shape. I helped Kelly fit it into its socket and rig the sails after a fashion.
âThereâs not much wind,â I said.
Kelly was wrestling with the boom. âNot much. But enough.â
âAnd what there is is onshore.â
âYes, but the tideâs making northwest. Weâll get clear, all right.â
I shrugged. Argument was plainly useless.
Kelly said, âIf we can float her and you can lend a hand with Sunyo . . .â
We wrestled the boat over the sand and into the water. There was still a chance the hull would prove not to be watertight, and even Kelly could scarcely propose setting off in a vessel that was leaking. He clambered in while I held on.
âHow is it?â
âSound as a bell.â A wave splashed in, halfway up my thighs. âIâll hang on now while you get Sunyo.â
Sunyo did not reply when I first spoke to him, and I thought he was asleep or had fainted. But he roused himself and sat up slowly and painfully. In the moonlight he looked terrible.
I said, âLean on me.â
He shook his head. âI can walk.â
He did it, with an immense effort but unaided. I remembered he had had nothing to eat for three days except a couple of crusts of bread and tonight not even that. He waded into the sea and staggered as a small wave hit him, but recovered.
He needed help, though, to get into the boat. Somehow Kelly and I hauled him over the side, with the dinghy rocking violently and threatening to turn over. Kelly got in after him. He said, âThanks for everything, Clive.â
âI still think . . .â
âI know you do.â His teeth gleamed in moonlight as he grinned. âAnd you could be right. But it looks different from where weâre standing. Best of luck. I hope your release comes through soon.â
âBest of luck to you. You need it more than I do.â
âSure. If you can contribute just one little push to get us moving . . .â
I waded forward, pushing the dinghy out. The beach shelved under my feet. A receding wave tugged at the boat, pulling it from me. That was when instead of pushing I gripped the gunnel and heaved myself on board. The dinghy rocked and shipped water but righted itself.
Kelly asked, in genuine surprise, âWhat do you think youâre up to?â
âIt looks as though Iâm coming with you.â I looked at the shore behind us. âDonât ask me why, because I donât know.â
5
I ASKED MYSELF THE QUESTION again as the dinghy drifted out on the tide and the distance from shore steadily increased, and the only answer was that I was an idiot. I did not flatter myself that I was doing Kelly and Sunyo any good by going with them; if anything, the reverse was true. The biggest danger to the boat was the risk of swamping, and the addition of a third person would only increase that.
I had climbed aboard on impulse, and the impulse was short-lived. It was replaced by another: to dive in and swim ashore while I still could. I think Imight have done so, except that Sunyo groaned faintly and Kelly said, âClive, see if you can help him get comfortable while I deal with this sail.â
I did what I could with the help of Kellyâs blankets. My own two were on the beach where I had left them. I should have had the sense to bring them, but, more to the point, I should have had the sense to swim back and pick them up and head for the tent. Inside ten minutes I could have been wrapped up and asleep on solid ground, instead of rocking in this cockleshell on a very large and very wet sea.
When I looked toward shore again, it was more than a hundred yards away, not an easy swim against what was plainly a strong tide. The island was taking on shape in the moonlight, the long line of beach curving out and the higher ground to the south coming in view. I looked the other way and there was nothing but
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