“Were there many of these ships?” asked Ramata.
Spot spoke up . “This isn’t the first floater I’ve seen. First one I’ve ever been in though.”
“Ramata, what are we waiting for?” Adam tried to bring them back to their point for being there in the first place.
“Were there many of these ships?” Ramata asked again.
“Oh, jeez, I dunno,” Adam replied, annoyed. “A hundred maybe?”
Adam noticed a hint of uncertainty in Ramata’s voice. “What, Ramata? What is it?”
“It’s just…well, I thought…I hoped this was the only ship.”
“Um, what if a Turtle isn’t in this one?”
“You don’t know if there is a Turtle is in this ship? You brought us here to see a Turtle, right?”
“Well, maybe it doesn’t live here, and goes from floater to floater – if there were so many of them. Maybe that’s how Turtles stay hidden, keep their bubbles of mystery around them, you know? Or maybe Turtles just get tired of the same old floaters all the time and go to new ones, looking for new things.”
Adam’s face turned pink then red. The ocean water flushed cool against his warm, angry face.
Spot warned, “Don’t yell, Adam.”
“I’m not going to yell,” Adam said, his voice rising anyway. He turned that voice towards Ramata. “Where’s the Turtle, Ramata? You brought us all the way out here. My foot is ruined! And I still don’t see anyone or anything that can help me find land!” He swam over and got in Ramata’s face. “Where’s the Turtle?!”
Adam grabbed Ramata by the shoulders. Ramata turned and bit his fingers. “Don’t you ever do that to me!” The water-folk swam away. “I didn’t guarantee you anything. How could I?”
“Children,” came a voice from behind them.
“Shut up, Spot!” both of them yelled out, still glaring at each other.
“Uh, that wasn’t me,” said Spot from above them. “Look. There on stage.”