This is especially true when important discoveries are made, so here’s the latest: After several hours of aimless hiking, we came to a place where the trees were mangled, bent inland, or snapped in half, leading me to believe we’d arrived on the western shore, where violent storms first hit Princess Royal Island. Moving through the tree cover, a large cove came into view. At the far end of the cove, we spotted two fishing boats trolling around the mouth of a river. Gannon immediately slid down the hillside and ran onto the beach, waving his arms around frantically. “Hey!” he yelled. “Over here! Please help us!” I caught up with him as fast as I could. “They’re too far away to hear you,” I said. “Then let’s hurry and get to the other side before they leave. They’ll be able to take us back to the Pacific Yellowfin.” Before I got another word in, Gannon took off around the cove. I followed. As we plowed through the bushes, the sharp spines of Devil’s Club sliced my face like tiny razors.
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