They packed water, lunch, and a coil of rope. They packed supper and breakfast, two blankets, two little lights, and a small lightweight tent.

Then they went around the headland to a little cove below the ridge.

Muara paddled. She was good at it.

“You're good at this,” Wind said.

“I can steer it so well because I’m a girl. And my mom always says girls are better than boys.”

The outrigger lifted over the little waves, and she laughed when the spray reached her face.

“We could go anywhere,” she said.

Wind watched the shore go by and believed her.