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After a lively discussion in which they threw out ideas ranging from painting the boat to look like a forest—that was Raul’s—to hiring their own plane to airlift them to the Aurora Lodge where they could shower—that was Lulu’s—they decided to keep moving, sticking to the hidden bays and coves that only a true local would know.
Tristan went on deck to pull up the anchor, while Lulu cleaned up in the galley.
But before they went anywhere, she had to make sure of something. She left Raul drying the plastic plates and tracked Tristan down at the bow of the boat, where a hydraulic lift was hauling up steel cable, spraying water as it coiled around a spool. The noise disturbed the peace of the serene lagoon. She imagined squirrels and birds all in a dither, wondering what was going on.
