“And Charlie!” cried Hetty from Goblin’s foredeck, pointing at the dinghy inching toward them. At the mention of Nick’s name, Pistol raced to Goblin’s bow, where he watched the slow approach of the inflatable boat, howling all the while. “Do you think he’ll be mad, Nicholas?” Hayley asked. “No, but we do have some explaining to do, I suppose. Maybe you should let me do the talking—especially since you two slept through most of it.” “He’s going to be so relieved that you’re all safe and relativel...y dry that I don’t think you have to worry,” said Teddy. As the distance between Goblin and the dinghy dwindled, Hetty leaned out over the rail and cupped her hands to her mouth. “We didn’t mean to go to sea!” she shouted to Nick. From his spot at the tiller, Nicholas scoffed. “You’ve been waiting all morning to say that, haven’t you, Het?” Teddy looked puzzled. “Inside joke?” Nicholas nodded. “From this book Nick gave us.” He turned Goblin into the wind, bringing her to a stop, and tapped Teddy on the shoulder.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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