When the girls had raised the anchor, Meena started the motor and slowly they chugged off in the direction of Male Atoll, where they were staying for the night at Meena’s place. It was early afternoon, but they had a long trip ahead of them, around the atoll and across the open sea. Standing on the bow with Kelly, Bindi felt the sun warm on her skin. She looked down. The coral appeared as dark shapes below the aqua water. Here and there, it had grown so high it broke through the surface, little coral islands that seemed to float on the sea. ‘It’s so beautiful!’ ‘Sure is,’ Kelly said. ‘But we’ve got to suss out who finned that baby hammerhead. I’m still fuming about it!’ ‘Me too,’ Bindi replied. ‘But it could have been anyone! How do we find them?’ Kelly tapped her head. ‘We’ll need to use our noggins.’ Just then Bindi spotted a boat off to starboard. It was heading east, and would eventually cross their path.
