Roger’s cave
Paulie swam up to Roger’s sleeping area, flopped down onto a bed of seaweed, and bounced a few times. Alex and I just watched him.
“What?” Paulie asked, looking at us. “He said his home is our home.” Paulie continued to bounce on the seaweed patch.
Roger’s cave was full of things he had found over the years. There were some drinking cups, shiny coins, and even some candle holders.
“I found most of these items in sunken ships,” explained Roger.
“You went inside them?” asked Paulie, still bouncing on Roger’s bed.
“Sure, I did.”
“Wow!” said Paulie.
Paulie looked at a wall. It had some scratches on it as if something were being counted. “What’s this?” he asked.
“That’s my calendar,” replied Roger. “Tonight is the full moon.” He turned to me and asked, “Do you and your friends want to join me on shore to watch the nesting?”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. “Nesting?” I asked.
“This is the time when female sea turtles go ashore to lay their eggs,” he explained.
“Sure!” I replied. I had never seen nesting before, and I’m still too young to do it myself.
“Um.” We were interrupted by Alex. “Paulie and I can’t go ashore—you know, ’cause I’m a stingray and he’s a fish.”
“You can still come and stay offshore in the water,” I told him.
Paulie, still bouncing on the bed, stopped mid-bounce. “When do we leave?”
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