'Dad,' I shout, 'motor boat. Big.'
'Where away?' Dad shouts back.
'Off the starboard bow,' I yell back and point. Dad and Mother look.
Suzanne looks, too, but for only half a second, then she goes right back
to her job, which is very important.
'Looks like she's really coming fast,' Mother warns.
'You're right,' Dad says, raising his binoculars to examine the motor boat.
'It' s a tour boat from the other islands,' Dad says, 'She'll tie up at Snug
Harbor pier. With all those extra people on board this place may get
crowded. We'd better get in as quickly as we can and find a good place
to pitch our tents.'
Dad tells Mother to keep the sail spread and the lines taut to take as
much wind as possible. Soon we're passing the Snug Harbor pier and
wave to a man who is fishing. He waves back.
After our boat passes the pier we're in the sheltered part of the harbor.
Mother lowers the sail, and we drop anchor near the shore next to the
flagpole. The tourist boat pulls in close behind us and ties up to the pier.
We load our camping supplies into our dinghy and row to the beach. As
soon as Suzanne and I step ashore we dash along the trail to the
campsites and pick a good site for our tents.
Mother and Dad follow us with the gear. Working together, we pitch the
tents, and get our food stored so it will be out of the way of animals.
Soon, we're settled for the first night of our vacation.
'Well,' I said when Roger finished. 'That sounds like an exciting start.
What happened afterward?'
'Let's meet here tomorrow,' Suzanne said, 'and we'll talk about it.'