Bodett, Tom
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unabridged 5.5 hours 4 cassettes
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Ivan and September Crane, ages 12 and 13, are left alone whil
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e their fisherman Dad is away at sea. Disregarding their father's specific instructions, they take their skiff across Bag Bay to town and are suddenly overtaken by a fierce autumn storm known as a williwaw. Ivan and September must now use every ounce of strength, courage, and ingenuity they possess to keep themselves afloat until help comes.
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"This gutsy, believable tale will have readers on the edge of their seats."--
Dallas Morning News
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Ivan and September Crane, ages 12 and 13, are left alone while their fisherman Dad is away at sea. Disregarding their father's specific instructions, they take their skiff across Bag Bay to town and are suddenly overtaken by a fierce autumn storm known as a williwaw. Ivan and September must now use every ounce of strength, courage, and ingenuity they possess to keep themselves afloat until help comes.
About the Author
Tom Bodett is a storyteller recognized for his warm, humorous style, but he is perhaps best known as the spokesperson for Motel 6. He made his national broadcasting debut in 1984 as a commentator for National Public Radio's
All Things Considered. He is the author of five books and has recorded fifteen audiocassettes.
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Chapter 7
The morning fog was dense. So dense it felt almost heavy on Ivan's and September's heads as they made their careful way across the cove in the
Aunt Nelda. Their world was cloaked so completely they hadn't been able to see the cabin from their own dock, and they'd lost sight of that too as soon as they'd shoved off. The stillness bordered on deadness--black water as shiny as a waxed table and no sound but the dull rattle of the oarlocks.
They knew Mooseburger's cabin was due west of theirs and the butter clam bed a little south of that. September sat in the stern holding a hand compass between them so that Ivan could watch their bearing as he rowed the short way over.
"I've never seen it this thick," he said, staring into a mist so formless that his eyes could find no focus.
September blinked away the same effect. "Me either. Everything seems so different--like we're not even real." She checked their heading again and was about to suggest a correction when the dory nudged quietly onto a soft bottom and swung to a stop.
"Weird," she said, and stepped over the side into a few inches of water. Paying careful attention to the depth of the water as she circled the boat, September came to the conclusion that they were not on a bar but on Mooseburger's mud flat--exactly where they wanted to be. "Let's go find Dad's butter clams."
Ivan climbed out with a bucket. He uncoiled the bowline and then followed September slowly into the murk. After only a few steps they found dry ground and the welcome sight of clams spitting all around their feet. "Good navigating," Ivan said.
"Hard to get lost in Steamer Cove." September smiled and leaned into the familiar smells and motions.
The scrape of their rakes and the clatter of clams hitting the empty bucket seemed a grating intrusion in the quiet mist. September felt self-conscious about it, knowing Mr. Berger was not far off. "Did you hear something, Ivan?" she asked.
Ivan stopped and listened. "No--wait--could it be? Yes...the sound of a video game. A video game in my future..." A grin stretched his face, and he cupped a hand around one ear. "Hello? Tech Patrol?"
September wasn't amused. "Ivan, you have got a one-track mind. It was your game addiction that started all this trouble. Now we can't even see the boat on the end of the line in your hand and you're ready to head across the bay for another video fix."
Ivan looked panicked. "Sep! You promised if it wasn't blo
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