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The boat engine revved, pushing us with great difficulty over the waves and choppy current. D'Tui sat in Ro Mereani's lap. Sala and I squealed, huddled together on the floor as we hit each wave with a loud thwack. Water poured over the metal siding, filling the bottom of the boat with a thin layer of water.
Mereani wouldn't let us sit on the bench and gave us a tarp to share.
Mereani looked up from her paper as I walked through the front door. "Well? How did it go?"
I plopped down on the couch. "I'm not quite sure," I said hesitantly.
She handed me a cup of coffee. "Tell me about it."
I sighed, thinking back to the morning's events.
Ro Mereani paid the cab driver. I stepped out of the vehicle and stretched. It took longer than expected to get to the village of Vanua— the port for all the boats leaving to Beqa— but we had finally arrived. We were one step closer to our destination, to the home of Talei's people, and her final resting place.
I looked out past the shoreline to the ocean.
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