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rface, but it was
there. I could hear the impact of the surf on the reef, I could hear the
whitecaps blowing on the lagoon, and I could hear the groan of coral
boulders torn from their resting places by the storm currents.
In the cool depths of the lagoon, the sound of the storm lost its terror,
and I held tightly to Mary's hand in the darkness as I listened to it.
As I relaxed, I began to grow puzzled. I didn't feel anxious for air. A
slow trickle of bubbles escaped from my mouth while I wondered what was
going on, and then I realized that I didn't need to breathe because of my
gills. They really were mine! I hugged Mary to me, and we fell asleep
there at the bottom of the lagoon while the storm raged over us.
I woke up sometime during the next day. Daylight shone through the
water, and the lagoon was calm. I felt lethargic and cold, but I swam
slowly to the surface and looked at the weather while I drew a deep
breath of fresh air. We were in the eye of the storm! A wall of storm
clouds towered around the horizon, obscuring all but a circle of hazy
blue sky above.
Mary surfaced beside me and drew a deep breath, and then grinned at me.
"Good morning Kent," sighed, and then dr
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