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The following morning, there was a new girl at Sea Watch. She seemed quite at home sitting at the large table next to Eleanor, Emily and Oliver, who were telling her about the Sea Watch litter-picking event scheduled for Saturday.

“Hi, everyone,” said Antonia, including the new girl in her greeting. “Where’s Cai?”

“He’s outside feeding Tilly,” said Emily.

Tilly, an abandoned seal pup rescued by Claudia, had been at Sea Watch for a few days and was already making good progress.

“This is Hannah,” Emily added. “Her mum’s working in the area so she’ll be here for a couple of weeks.”

Hannah smiled at Antonia. She was pale and thin with long red hair. She would have seemed fragile, had it not been for her piercing grey eyes. Antonia was transfixed. She couldn’t stop staring at Hannah. A strong feeling swept over her. Hannah was no ordinary girl. Antonia sensed there was something special about her. It was as if…

Hannah stared back with open curiosity and Antonia pulled herself together. What was wrong with her? Of course there wasn’t anything special about Hannah. Only last week, she’d suspected her own sister of being a Silver Dolphin and she’d been completely wrong about that! Quickly she headed outside to find Cai.

The seal pup had just finished her bottle and was nosing at Cai’s hand for more. Antonia laughed as Cai held the empty bottle out of her reach, saying, “You’ll get wind if you suck on that.”

“Do you want any help cleaning out her pen?” asked Antonia.

“Yes please,” said Cai. “Guess what? Aunty Claudia’s found a builder. He’s going to start work on the deepwater pool in a couple of weeks.”

“That’s fantastic,” said Antonia. A deepwater pool was just what Sea Watch needed to rehabilitate seabirds and marine animals, like Tilly.

The seal pup followed Antonia and Cai as they tidied up her pen, occasionally nudging their feet with her shiny nose. She reminded Antonia of a puppy, but she knew better than to treat her like one. It was important to handle wild animals as little as possible or they became too tame to release back into the wild. They were almost finished when a familiar sensation swept over Antonia. Spirit was about to call. She stood still, listening for his voice in her head.

Silver Dolphin, come quickly.

Spirit, I hear your call.

Antonia didn’t speak, but thought the words. Cai was only able to communicate with Spirit through his silver dolphin charm and didn’t know about her telepathy. A few seconds later, both Antonia’s dolphin necklace and the dolphin badge pinned to Cai’s T-shirt began to vibrate. Both charms thrashed wildly then they broke into a high-pitched whistle.

“Silver Dolphin, come quickly.”

“Spirit, I hear your call,” said Cai.

He sprinted out of the seal pen, pulling off his rubber gloves and quickly locking the door after Antonia followed him out.

Together they ran for the beach, vaulting the tiny gate and heading for the Sea Watch boat where they stopped to leave their shoes. Antonia touched her charm, concerned by how fast the dolphin’s tail was beating. Spirit needed them urgently. As she splashed into the sea she heard a whispering noise in her head. Puzzled, Antonia slowed, trying to work out what it was. Her silver dolphin charm beat more wildly. There was no time to solve the mystery. Ignoring the whispering noise, Antonia threw herself into the water.

The moment her legs melded together like a tail she swam. She didn’t wait for Cai, and used her powerful Silver Dolphin magic to propel her through the water, her streamlined body arching in and out of the sea like a real dolphin, only much faster. She swam almost to the headland to the west of Sandy Bay beach before she felt vibrations in the water. Hoping they were caused by Spirit, Antonia swam on. At last she saw his silvery head bobbing in the sea near the cliffs. Antonia raced over.

“Hurry, Silver Dolphin,” Spirit clicked, his eyes concerned. “A bird’s in trouble on the cliffs.”

Antonia scanned the cliffs, searching for the unfortunate bird. There it was—about two metres up, perched on a ledge, a large seagull with untidy feathers. Its head bobbed back and forth and its body heaved as if it was choking. What was that hanging from its beak? Antonia couldn’t quite make it out. She swam towards the cliff face. She’d never been rock climbing before, but luckily the cliff was craggy with plenty of hand and footholds. Antonia reached up and placed her hand on a jutting-out piece of rock. It was wet and slippery, but big enough for her to wrap both hands round it to pull herself out of the water. Her knees grazed against rock and she winced as her feet found their own footholds. She looked up, searching for the next hand hold and found one above her head and another one to the right. Reaching up, she pulled herself higher. The climb wasn’t difficult and Antonia felt safe, knowing that if she fell it was only a short drop into the sea.

The bird was making a horrible noise. Antonia climbed faster. She called out in a soothing voice as she drew nearer, but the bird was too distressed to notice. Hauling herself on to the ledge, Antonia saw it was choking on the plastic top of a yoghurt pot. Antonia shuffled her feet until she was balanced. There wasn’t much room on the ledge and she didn’t want to slip off. How best to help the bird? Tentatively she held out her hand. The bird hardly noticed as it carried on gagging. Antonia knew, from some basic first-aid training at school, that when someone was choking and couldn’t breathe you had to act fast. A slap on the back was often enough to remove the thing they were choking on, or there was a more complicated manoeuvre that involved putting your arms round them and squeezing. The gull was definitely having problems breathing. Antonia leant forward. Stroking its head with her left hand, she gently tried freeing the yoghurt pot lid from its beak with her right. The lid shifted a little, then wouldn’t move any further.

“Steady,” crooned Antonia, as the bird began to stagger forward.

She tried pulling at the plastic again, but it wouldn’t budge. The bird made a funny gurgling sound in its throat. Desperate to stop it from suffocating, Antonia gently tapped it on the back between the wings. The bird coughed, staggered forward, then fell on its side. Antonia stared at it in disbelief. It looked dead. Had she killed it?

“Please be alive.”

Carefully she lifted the gull up, as if by doing so everything would suddenly be all right. Its head flopped to one side. The yoghurt pot lid hung from its open beak. Antonia’s brain felt like rush hour. Thoughts zoomed back and forth, making her giddy. You killed it. No I didn’t. You did, it was your fault. But how? I was trying to save it.

Silver Dolphin.

Spirit’s voice broke into the chaos in her head.

It’s not your fault.

I killed it.

No. You answered the call. You did your best.

Antonia didn’t feel like she’d done her best. She laid the bird back on the ledge, stroking its head and smoothing down its feathers.

“I’m sorry.”

The bird stared back at her with lifeless eyes. Sadly, Antonia looked at the sea. Was it safe to dive from here or should she climb back down? From the water, three faces stared up at her. Antonia did a double take. There was Spirit and that was Cai, so who was treading water next to him? Antonia blinked as she stared at the pale skinny girl in the water. There was no mistaking that bright red hair. It was Hannah.