Then what’s the problem?
I spun around to see that he had resurfaced within the shadow the ship cast over the water, a few meters away from us. Micah and I made our way toward him.We need a boat, Caleb said, scanning the water and looking back in the direction of the shore. It was a few miles away. But there were no other boats bobbing in the water that I could make out. Now that I was looking back at the shore for the first time, I also spotted what I suspected to be the grimy house Marisa and Jorge had taken me to. It looked like a derelict block of apartments from the outside, with its tiny balconies and boarded-up windows.
I shivered, remembering the horrors that lay within those walls.So what do we do? Micah asked, brushing back his long blond hair. This circus ship is the only vessel for miles.Caleb began swimming toward the edge of the ship, examining its exterior. He stopped as he reached the end of the shadow. Micah and I swam over to him and stared up at where he was pointing.
A lifeboat hung from the side of the ship. Micah, Caleb said, help me get that down.Micah nodded and the two men left the shade and swam right up to the ship. They hauled themselves out of the water and began climbing up its side. It didn’t take long for them to figure out how to loosen the boat from the holdings. Shouts resounded on deck as they began lowering the boat into the water. They had to move fast as humans began rushing over to the edge of the boat, staring down at them and hurling insults. The boat hit the water and a few minutes later, Caleb had started the engine. I was relieved to see that it had a sun covering over it. He navigated the boat toward me and reached out his hands to pull me up. I rolled over the side and lay down on the deck of the boat, panting.
Caleb put the motor into high gear and we sped away from the ship, the shouts of the humans fading into the distance.
For all we know, Caleb could have only an hour left to live.Mila looks up at me, smiling. Well, I guess I have to take back all that stuff I said about it making you a loony.
You don’t think it means I’m crazy? I say.Mila laughs. I find it easier to define ‘crazy’ by what rational people do rather than my own preconceived ideas. You did it. You’re a rational person. Thus, it is not crazy.
My head cocks to the side. Thank you, I say. I really did think she was going to think I was crazy. I’m glad I was wrong.So show me this woman, this Ask Allie, she says. I want to read up on her. See what you’ve gotten yourself into.