They'd found him.

The same boy. The same smile. Board shorts and a paipo — and a pineapple green cheek conure that had decided to stay with the boy.

The Mako Sharks did not come to say goodbye. Somewhere back in the water he was leaving, they were doing what sharks do — circling, hungry, forgetting, fast. They went their own sharky way.

And Wind went his.

He climbed into the outrigger, and they went home.

"You figured out how to not-be-eaten," said Sophie, grinning. "And how to get home."

"I had help," said Wind, looking at the girl. "They say this many sails had never been seen on the ocean before. The two of us — and these conures — we made quite a story."