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Its not long before you feel yourself tiring. Looking back, you see the //Bounty// riding peacefully at anchor. Land seems no closer than when you started out. For a moment you think of trying to make it back to the ship. But then you realize that the current has been carrying you along the coast. Your only hope now is to make it to shore. You remember to relax and stroke gently through the water. That helps. You feel calmer. Maybe you’ll make it. Still, you can feel your strength ebbing away. Soon it looks as if you won’t make it after all. Then you hear a sound up ahead—a rhythmic //slap, slap, slap// of waves on a tiny island, just a strand of black coral jutting out of the sea. You swim with renewed energy. In a few minutes you gratefully haul yourself up, flop exhausted on the dark coral, and quickly fall asleep. Turn to page 110.