The woman smiles proudly. “Yes.”
My mate’s eyes bug. “W-what kind?”
She muses. “Palm trees, mostly. There are birds too, species that are found only on our island. Our local scientist thinks they came from the neighboring Hawaiian Islands.”
Patrick’s eyes bulge. “You have a local scientist?”
Brianna looks even smugger now. “That we do, little wolf. You have much to learn.”
She reaches over and pats his head, and Patrick looks ready to jump off the boat and swim the rest of the way across.
The beach comes into view, and it looks just like the beaches in all those old holiday brochures. The water is a bright aqua blue, and I even see life teeming beneath the surface.
I spy seaweed and various tropical fish, squeezing the railings of the ship with my fists. Now this is a real beach.
However, my good mood dips when I spy those huts along the shore, and humans are spilling out from them. They crowd along a pier, and I gulp.
This is it.
Time to show the humans what we’re all about.