The sea spray on her face was more than just refreshing; it was tempting. In just minutes, Fiona knew, the boat would approach the site of the shipwreck and she’d be able to transform into a selkie at last. It had been so long since she’d swum freely in the great blue ocean. The saltwater pool in the Ancillary Gym was fine for practice—but it definitely wasn’t the same. “So . . . do we have a Plan B?” Darren asked suddenly. Everyone turned to look at him—except for Fiona, who kept her eyes on the horizon. “Why do we need a Plan B when Plan A hasn’t failed yet?” asked Mack. That got Fiona’s attention. “Plan A is not going to fail!” she exclaimed. She’d been up half the night memorizing everything she could about the wreck of the Seafarer and poring over the enchanted pages of The Compendium. Fiona was determined to make their mission a success—and when she was determined to succeed, practically nothing could stand in her way. “Sorry. That came out wrong,”
