“It was a horrible day.”

“It was.”

“And we didn't even get to the top.”

Ocean looked out toward the faint shapes of the outer islands.

“Do you think you were lucky you didn't?”

Wind thought about it. They had turned back the same day, not later. He still had plenty of water and dried fruit left.

Two backpacks.

No canoe.

“Oh,” he said.

Ocean let him think.

They ate some dried fruit together.

They went on. And suddenly the day was bright again.