by Pat Schmatz
Travis leaned over the railing and held his fist out over the rolling water. The smile wasn't all that stupid. It was kind of quiet and happy. And the way the fish leaned on the wave was, maybe, a little bit moolio.
Travis opened his fist, and dipped his hand up and down in the bluefish wave, skimming and diving over the surface of the water.
"Fsssssshhh."
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
