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A SWIM SURPRISE

AT BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING, TRISTAN AND Hugh met up with Sam. After eating they headed to the lagoon for their first training session. Tristan and Sam would have run the entire way—they were so excited to get started. But Hugh moved as if he was trudging through thick sandal-sucking mud. The three of them were still the first of the Seasquirts to arrive, but there were already others on the dock. Director Davis and the red-haired boy, Rusty, were standing near the end of the dock and Jade was just climbing out of the water. They were so engrossed in conversation that none of them noticed the young campers approaching.

“Any additional information?” Director Davis asked Jade.

“The dolphins are reporting more blasts and they’ve detected an unfamiliar ship in the area. And some sharks have been killed—looks like finning,” she answered in a surprisingly unJade-like, less than perky tone.

Tristan, Hugh, and Sam hung back not wanting to interrupt, but they were close enough to hear what was being said.

Tristan whispered, “Finning, that’s totally disgusting. It’s when people slice off a shark’s fins and then throw the dying shark back into the water.”

“Gross! Why would anyone do that?” Sam asked quietly.

“They use the fins to make soup in Asia,” Tristan answered. “I read that people pay lots of money for it—something like 200 dollars a bowl.”

“Yuck!” Sam said. “That’s just nasty.”

Tristan and Hugh nodded in agreement, quietly inching closer to the dock to better hear what was being said.

“I don’t like it. Things are very sensitive right now,” Director Davis said. “But we’d better send a small team in. It’s a pretty remote area, and the evidence might be gone before the authorities get there—if they even bother.”

A large brown pelican hopped down from one of the dock’s pilings. It waddled over and poked Jade’s leg with its long bill. The loose pouch of skin between the bird’s lower bill and neck jiggled like flabby arm skin.

Jade stepped to the side, pushing the bird away with a flick of her hand. “Stop it, Henry. Director, I can do the communications, let me go.”

“I can do the camo,” Rusty added.

The pelican poked Jade’s leg a second time and again she shooed it away.

“Okay, take Rory as your swimmer and check in with Flash for tracking devices and gear. The helicopter will take you as close as possible and I’ll arrange for a boat to meet you. Remember, our job is just to collect evidence. That’s all. Stay out of sight and out of trouble. And above all else, stay safe. Wish we had an echolocator to go, but ever since we lost Roger, no one has shown the talent.”

A shadow of sadness passed over their faces. The pelican then reached up and this time stabbed Jade hard, right in the butt cheek.

“Oouw! Okay already. What is it Henry?”

To Tristan’s great surprise, the pelican took a step back and turned to where he, Hugh, and Sam were standing.

“Well hello there,” Director Davis said, eyeing the three young teens. “Ready for your first day?”

“I think so,” Tristan answered.

“Jade, you and Rusty get moving,” the director said. “I’ll catch up with you before you go.” He also nodded to the pelican. It then jumped back onto its perch.

“Roger that,” Jade replied as she and Rusty jogged off the dock, briefly nodding to Tristan, Hugh, and Sam.

“Here come the others,” Director Davis noted, looking to where Rosina, Ryder, and the twins were approaching. Coach Fred was also with them, his apparel was now quite drab—just your everyday sequin-less swim trunks and polo shirt. A bulky blue backpack was slung over his shoulder.

“Welcome to your first day of training everyone,” the director said. “This is going to be an exciting day and there’s no one better than Coach here to help you through it. But first let me ask you this, what made the angelfish turn red?”

Coach Fred rolled his eyes. The others looked confused, not sure what the director was asking.

“It blushed because it saw a ship’s bottom,” Director Davis said expectantly.

Once they actually realized it was a joke, Tristan and the other young teens smiled awkwardly.

“That’s a good one,” Coach Fred said, turning to the others in a way to obscure the director’s view. He shook his head and silently mouthed “NOT,” which unlike the joke got a chuckle out of the campers.

“I’ll leave you in Coach’s very capable hands,” Director Davis said, hurrying away.

Tristan again noted his limp and that today he was wearing one orange sneaker and one blue one.

“Enough playtime, kiddies. Time to get down to work,” Coach said more seriously. “Hope you all have your suits on or you’ll just have to go in naked.”

The Seasquirts glanced at one another, wondering if that too was a joke, but Coach Fred seemed quite serious.

“Uh sir? Are there fish and other things living in the lagoon?” Hugh asked nervously.

“Oh yes, of course. Lots of life in there.”

Hugh looked like he was going to be sick.

Coach Fred instructed them to sit down. From his backpack, he unloaded a stack of water bottles—each with the shark and wave logo on it. The liquid inside had a slight pink tint. He handed one to each of the Seasquirts.

“It is very important for you to stay hydrated. We’ve developed this unique water here at Sea Camp. Not only will it prevent dehydration, but it also contains a special compound that will help you to optimize your ocean potential. Drink up.”

The teens looked at the bottles of water suspiciously.

“Oh don’t worry, it is perfectly safe,” Coach said, opening a bottle and guzzling nearly half of it. “See.”

Coach Fred stood staring at the teens as they opened their water bottles and took a few tentative sips. He then whistled sharply. Far out in the lagoon, two dolphins pirouetted into the air.

“Many different animals live in the ocean,” Coach announced. “Each has evolved the ability to live and travel about the sea. As you heard last night, you have been chosen to come here because all of you have distant traces of these abilities in your genes.”

“Excuse me, sir, Coach?” Hugh said. “How do you know that? Because well, I’m not so sure.”

“Ever heard of the Internet or World Wide Web, Haverford?” Coach asked.

“Duh! Who hasn’t,” Rosina sneered.

“People use the Internet as a network for worldwide communication. In the ocean there is a much, much older network—one that sea creatures have been using for millions of years. Dolphins, fish, seabirds . . . really all marine life, communicate on some level. They pass messages among themselves and eventually the news spreads throughout the sea. As it turns out, some humans have the capacity to be part of this undersea network. We call it the “Seanet.” Oceangoing animals can sense when someone has that capacity and they let us know. Seagulls are especially good Sea Camp scouts. We get reports from birds and other animals all over the world about potential campers. But each year only a handful of teenagers are sent brochures and invited to come.

A dolphin popped up next to the dock and the pelican jumped off its perch, landing in the water next to it.

“This is Scarface and Henry. I think it is pretty obvious which is which.”

The dolphin had a long scar running from just below its eye to the tip of its beak. The pelican bobbed its head and swam rapidly around in a tight circle. It must have made the bird dizzy, because when it stopped its head wavered drunkenly and it tilted precariously over to one side like a sailboat blown over by a strong gust of wind.

The dolphin—Scarface—nodded at the pelican, making a series of short, sharp squeaks. Tristan thought it was laughing at the bird’s crazy behavior.

“Anybody know what Scarface is saying?”

Sam raised her hand.

“Yes, Marten?”

“I’m not sure, but I think it wants us to come in and play.”

“What makes you say that?” Coach asked.

“It’s just a feeling . . . not like I really heard that or anything.”

“Exactly. When we communicate with marine life, we can do so in several ways. Most often it is just a feeling we get or like hearing someone talking in your head. Body language and behavior are also important.”

Henry—the pelican—took off, circled the dock, and then landed behind Rosina. Tristan had not realized how big or intimidating the bird was. Its wingspan must have been four feet across and its bill two feet long. The pelican hopped toward Rosina and stuck its long bill out toward her.

She scuttled backward. “Hey! Watch it!”

The bird then waddled away and jumped back on the piling.

“Getting our attention can be the first step,” Coach said. “Scarface show us ‘mad.’”

The large, gray bottlenose dolphin dove then repeatedly slapped its tail on the surface. It then rushed at the dock and swerved just before hitting it, so that a wave of water splashed the sitting Seasquirts.

“As you can see dolphins are very powerful animals. One big muscle really. You do not want to mess with them. Ms. Sanchez will teach you more about communication later today. For some of you it will be easier than for others. My job is to help you develop your in-water skills. I assume you all can swim?”

Coach Fred looked over the group, his eyes pausing on Hugh. “Okay, then. Hustle up, over to the beach. Walk in to about waist-deep and get comfortable.”

“Easy for him to say,” Hugh whispered to Tristan.

“C’mon, just try it. Doesn’t look like there’s much to worry about. Look how calm and clear the water is. It’s not like there are any giant piranhas or great whites in there or anything.”

Hugh did not look convinced.

“Once you’re waist-deep, lay back and float,” Coach instructed.

Tristan, Sam, and Ryder were the first ones in the water. Rosina and the twins made their way in more slowly. Hugh lagged behind, standing at the water’s edge. After taking several deep breaths, he cautiously entered the lagoon. Hugh inched his way out into the water until he was about knee-deep.

“Looks good everyone. Just lay back and think about the warm ocean water all around you,” Coach shouted to them.

Ryder fell backward, purposely splashing Rosina, who glared back at him. Tristan and Sam lay back in unison and the twins followed. Hugh remained standing where he was.

“You too young man. Let’s see it,” Coach barked.

Hugh walked slowly into slightly deeper water, peering down. He was clearly searching for anything living that might be on the bottom or swimming near his legs.

“Feel the seawater between your toes. Spread your fingers,” Coach said. “Now, inhale and feel your bodies rise up. Exhale and you should sink slightly.”

Tristan felt completely relaxed in the water. He had learned to swim when he was very young. Floating on his back, the warm seawater put him at ease. At the same time, it made him feel more alive and energetic than he could ever remember feeling. He breathed in and rose up in the water. He exhaled and sank. He had perfect control.

“Now, I want each of you to turn over, take a deep breath, and kick. Swim toward me, arms at your sides.”

Tristan rolled over, took a breath, and flutter kicked hard toward the dock. He shot forward like he’d been blasted out of an underwater cannon. He would have smashed headfirst into a wooden piling if Coach Fred hadn’t been there to stop him. Great, I’m a klutz in the water as well, Tristan thought.

“Excellent Hunt, you’re clearly a swimmer. Just need some practice to get a handle on your speed.”

Ryder was next to the dock, with Sam following close behind. Rosina then arrived with the identical twins—they were even harder to tell apart in the water. Hugh had not moved.

“You too Haverford. Let’s see it,” Coach Fred called out.

But Hugh just stood there thigh-deep, frozen.

“Just lay down and kick,” Coach continued.

“Uh, Coach,” Tristan said quietly. “He doesn’t like swimming in water with things living in it.”

“Son, give it shot. Look, everyone else did it no problem,” Coach said.

Tristan hated when adults said things like that. Everyone else ran around the baseball diamond, hitting the bases without falling. Everyone else jumped rope for five minutes without tripping. He knew it was only going to make Hugh feel worse.

“Okay,” Coach said in a slightly kinder tone. “For now, just hang out there and get used to the water. Everyone else hop up on the dock and take a look at your feet.”

Tristan felt bad for Hugh and could not imagine why Coach Fred wanted him to look at his feet. “Whoa!”

“Wicked,” Ryder added.

Sam was too surprised to say anything—and that itself was a surprise.

There was a thin sheet of skin between their toes, like the webbing on a duck’s feet.

“I know this is a bit shocking,” Coach said.

“You can say that again,” Tristan added.

“Here at Sea Camp we’ve discovered an amazing substance found in a particular type of algae. When mixed with water and consumed, it helps to turn on those genes we’ve been talking about. Yes, it was in the bottled water you just drank. But again, don’t worry—it is perfectly safe. You will find that after drinking it, you’ll develop a thin webbing between your toes and fingers when you get in the ocean. For some of you it will be subtle, for others more distinct and strong. Learning how to make the most of your newfound water wings—that’s where I come in.”

Tristan held up his hand, sure enough there was a thin film of skin between his fingers. He didn’t feel any different than before, but there it was. He actually had webbed hands and feet. He looked to Sam. She was also staring with disbelief at her newly webbed appendages. Rosina was shaking her hands as if the webbing was some kind of slime she could jiggle off.

Hugh walked out of the water and sat on the dock watching the others. Henry waddled over to him. Hugh moved away.

“A few tips for swimming,” Coach said. “For speed, use a flutter or butterfly kick with your hands at your sides or straight out in front, like a swordfish’s bill. Making slight changes in the position of your hands, or shoulders and head while swimming will enable you to turn smoothly.”

“Can we, like, breathe underwater too?” Ryder asked.

“We’ve never seen anyone develop that skill. But with practice, some of you will be able to hold your breath for quite awhile and dive deep or swim long distances underwater.”

“Do we have to keep drinking the water?” Tristan asked. “If we don’t, will the webbing go away?”

“If you stop drinking the water, the webbing will diminish slowly, until it disappears altogether. But your other skills should still work, just not as strongly.”

The dolphin, Scarface, then swam by turning on his side, clearly eyeing the teens on the dock.

“Well Marten, how about taking a little swim with Scarface?” Coach offered.

“Okay. Yeah. What do I do? Do I just dive in? Do I swim up to it? Can I touch it?”

“It’s not an it, it’s a he. Scarface is a male dolphin and all you need to do is jump in and just do what feels right . . . what comes naturally. Let Scarface lead you.”

Sam looked to Tristan briefly and then hopped in. Immediately, Scarface was beside her. They swam together for a short way and then the dolphin put its beak into Sam’s hand. Moments later she reached out and grabbed hold of the dolphin’s dorsal fin.

The other teens looked on in amazement as Sam was whisked through the lagoon. At first Scarface swam slowly, but then he sped up and raced with Sam through the water like a torpedo, creating a foamy white wake. Sam grinned from ear to ear. The two performed a figure eight at high speed. They then submerged out of sight. Seconds later they popped up, did another figure eight, and headed for the dock fast. A high-speed crash seemed just seconds away until Scarface suddenly swerved. Sam let go and drifted to a perfect landing in front of Coach, as if it was something she did every day.