Chapter Thirty Seven

Bonnie kneeled beside the turtle, which had gone scarily still. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” She plucked at the kelp and plastic debris until she could see the shell glistening in the sun.

“There you are. Aren’t you a beauty.”

The turtle jerked, flippers flapping as if it suddenly realized it wasn’t in the water.

“David , she’s getting restless. You’d better hurry!”

“Get those knees up! Work it. Work it!”

“Hush, Duchess,” Bonnie snapped.

“Got a few different ones. Here.” David dropped down on the other side of the animal. “Cut near the shell if you can.”

“Right.” She shoved her wet hair out of her face, lifted a section of the line and pried it free just enough to slip the sharp blade under it. When she broke through, other sections of the line slackened. “Shouldn’t take too much longer,” she said.

They worked as one, moving quickly to cut the turtle free. She unwound the last bit of line from around the flipper. The turtle waved it around as if testing that it still