Mother is standing by to lower the sail when Dad gets Snow White to
the mooring. Mooring, used this way is like a parking space. Dad is
steering the boat and trying to watch everything.
I see a speck on the horizon. It gets larger fast, coming in our direction.
'Dad,' I shout, 'motor boat. Big.'
'Where away?' Dad shouts back.
'Off the starboard bow,' I yell back and point. Dad and Mother look.
Suzanne looks, too, but for only half a second, then she goes right back
to her job, which is very important.
'Looks like she's really coming fast,' Mother warns.
'You're right,' Dad says, raising his binoculars to examine the motor boat.
'It' s a tour boat from the other islands,' Dad says, 'She'll tie up at Snug
Harbor pier. With all those extra people on board this place may get
crowded. We'd better get in as quickly as we can and find a good place
to pitch our tents.'
Dad tells Mother to keep the sail spread and the lines taut to take as
much wind as possible. Soon we're passing the Snug Harbor pier and
wave to a man who is fishing. He waves back.
After our boat passes the pier we're in the sheltered part of the harbor.
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