As mercurial in its moods as a living being, in one moment it held them tightly in its control and in the next moment, as though bored playing with them, it threw them away. Although cast now into friendlier waters off to the right, they continued to drift slowly but inexorably toward the land. “Rocks or sand?” Brenna asked, trying to make out this section of the shore they would land on. This time Casey’s vision triumphed over hers. “Neither. Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, that’s some kind of channel ahead of us. A narrow channel.” Brenna could see it now, too. An inlet leading to...well, who knew what. “Is this going to be good or bad?” “I’m making myself think good. It looks like we’re definitely going to be sucked into the mouth, but if we should get hung up... Brenna, the poles! You grab the one on this side and I’ll take the other!
