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forth in his hands. If they’re paying attention, we will surely
catch the eye and ear of whoever’s in the boat.
It looks like a small vessel. Maybe just a canoe with a sail
on it. Or a rowboat? But who would be out on Georgian Bay in
such a small boat? Could it be another lifeboat from the
Asia
?
One with a sail?
The boat tacks away from us. “Helllp! Heeeelp us!” Daniel
shouts frantically.
It keeps moving away while we shout and bang and wave
our ridiculous flag.
My voice is a croak, my arms like anvils. We’re both drip-
ping with sweat when the sail finally flips back onto the other
side. They’re headed in our direction again, and we cheer.
“Over here! Over here!” Daniel shouts as I join in.
Even when it’s clear the boat is definitely headed to our
shore, we refuse to stop.
