Each time she slid into the water she was overwhelmed by a powerful sense of belonging, finally being at home. She had no fears whatsoever. She had seen sharks, but they seemed to avoid her. She had become familiar with the grinding noise of the steamboat engines that brought people up from Boston to Bar Harbor and the slicing sound of a sailing schooner’s keel as it passed through the water. It did not take her long to learn the navigation routes of the larger vessels in order to avoid them. On one of her first nights, she had nearly ensnared herself in a herring weir. Ever since, she’d kept a keen lookout for the bobbing buoys to which the vast nets were attached. She swam every current between Egg Rock and Eastport and then down to Cape Rosier. These were distances of forty miles or more, but she could cover them in a night of swimming, especially if she took advantage of the tides and the normal currents. On the fifth night after she had crossed over she became aware of a slightly altered quality in the water on either side of her.
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