Derrolyn Anderson - [Marinas Tales #1] - Between The Land And The Sea (13 page)

“Marina, this is
really
expensive,” he said, impressed. “Look at how well it’s made,” he enthused, admiring the construction. I didn’t know anything at all about wetsuits, but I knew that Evie would only go for the top of the line. It was mostly black with teal insets along the arms and sides. There were separate boots, gloves, and a hood that matched it.

“I guess we don’t need to hunt for a used one now...” Abby looked at me, shaking her head,

“Marina, you are one lucky girl.”

“Believe me, I know!” I said. We pulled out the surfboards and laid them on the porch.

There was a big one that was longer and heavier alongside a shorter, thinner board with more fins attached to the bottom.

“We better put those in the backyard,” Abby said, “Why did she send two?” she wondered.

“If she can’t decide on something she always gets one of each,” I said, laughing.

“Must be nice,” said Cruz, as he helped me move the boards around to the side of the house.

“Thanks,” I said, heading back to the porch.

“Marina?” he asked.

I paused, “Yeah?”

“I uhm, overheard some gossip that you got in a fight with Heather today.” I slumped down and turned to face him, “It wasn’t really a fight,” I grimaced, “It was more like I kinda threatened her... a little.”

“Oh no you
didn’t,
” he said teasingly.

“I’m afraid I did,” I said gravely.

“Why?” he asked.

I pressed my lips together, “She’s a nasty piece of work,” I said, “and someone needed to point that out to her.”

Cruz just shook his head at me, “They’re all like that– there’s no point in getting them all fired up.”

“What about personal satisfaction?” I winked at him and walked away.

I broke down the giant box, putting it with the recyclables at the side of the house. Gathering up the wetsuit, I headed into my room where I looked over the accessories, trying on the gloves and boots. I stripped down to my underwear and squirmed to climb into the suit, wrinkling my nose at the strong smell of rubber. It had a zipper up the back that was hard to reach but after a struggle I managed to get it pulled up.

It fit like a glove, and I spun around in the mirror, inspecting the way it clung to my figure.

It was a little awkward to move around in, restricting my motions as I rotated my shoulders and stretched. It was so hot in the suit I started getting overheated immediately. I could see how this would help out in the cold water...

I looked in the mirror as a slow grin spread across my face. Now I could go back to see Lorelei! I could find out for sure if what she said was true. Best of all, I might find out more about my mother. The thought was so exciting I nearly jumped for joy.

Instead I called Evie.

“Thank you so much!” I squealed, “I love it!”

“Honey it’s my pleasure,” she said, sounding happy.

“But why did you send two surfboards?” I asked.

“The nice young man at the surf shop wanted to know if you used a long board or a short board. I thought you might want to try both so I had him deliver the best one in each size.”

“Evie, you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of letting you go on your date in an ugly old outfit,” she said.

“It’s magnificent,” I said, “And it’s not a date. It’s a swim lesson.”

“Whatever you say dear, just have fun and remember two words...”

“What?” I asked.

“Waterproof mascara.”

We both burst into laughter.

I went to bed that night with an optimistic heart. The next morning the sound of footsteps on gravel woke me. Peeking out my bedroom window, I could see Ethan out in the garden. He was busily working away, raking up fallen leaves and tidying up Abby’s garden before he went to work again teaching me to swim. Did he ever stop?

I got up and searched through my suitcases for the swimsuits that Evie had sent me here with. I knew I’d have to put my wetsuit on at the beach and I had to have something to wear under it. I pulled out the designer suits, each one skimpier than the next. They sure didn’t look like they were made for swimming in. Just holding them up made me feel nervous, imagining Ethan seeing me... Arghh!

I finally settled on the only one-piece suit in the bag. It was a black Versace with a halter neckline. I tried it on and was relieved to see that it fit. From the front it was fairly covered, although the legs were cut very high. The back plunged scandalously low, and the color made my skin look pale. Lorelei’s sparkling scales flashed across my mind. I threw a pair of jeans and a T-shirt over it and put my hair in a ponytail. Ready as you’ll ever be, I thought.

When I got out to the kitchen Ethan was sitting at the table, having coffee with Abby. They seemed to be pretty well acquainted, and I overheard her asking him about his college plans as I walked in. They stopped talking and looked up.

“Good morning honey bunny!” Abby said with a warm smile.

“Good morning,” I said to both of them. I went over to pour myself a cup of coffee.

“Where are you going to have your lessons?” Abby asked Ethan.

“I was thinking about going out to the dunes,” he said. “The surf is more predictable there, and there’s no rip.”

“That’s a great idea,” she smiled.

“Abby, did you know there are two awesome new boards in your backyard?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she said with amusement, “Those are Marina’s”

Ethan looked up at me, puzzled, “I thought you weren’t a swimmer.”

“I’m not,” I sat down next to Abby. How do you Explain Evie? “I have this neighbor, or more like an aunt or a grandma, and I told her I thought surfing looked like fun, and she likes to shop for me, and...” I was babbling.

“She got a big surprise package yesterday,” Abby said helpfully. “Have you had breakfast?” she asked Ethan. Then she turned to me, “You need to eat a good breakfast today. I’ll make a tofu scramble...” She started to get up.

“No thanks!” Ethan and I said simultaneously. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, trying not to let Abby see.

“Yeah, we should get going,” said Ethan.

“I’ll just grab some fruit,” I said with a cheerful smile. I got up and filled a brown bag with a few peaches and plums.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes Abby,” I gave her a hug and turned towards Ethan, “Um, Evie sent me a wet suit too.

I’ll go get my stuff.”

We headed out to Ethan’s truck and Abby waved goodbye at the porch. “Be careful!” she called out after us. Ethan opened the door for me to climb in.

“It’s not much to look at, but it runs great,” he said. Ethan busied himself tying down his gardening equipment in the truck bed. I looked around the cab. It looked like he lived in it. There was a box with some clothes and school books stuffed into it along with a couple of folded beach towels. I bent down to wedge my bag under the seat. My sketchbook was there, the one that got soaked the day I met Lorelei, and I wondered why he kept it. Ethan climbed in and started the truck. We drove along in a nervous silence.

“How long have you known my Aunt Abby?” I asked.

“Me and Cruz went to elementary school together,” he said, “Abby was always really nice to me when I was a kid.”

I nodded, “She’s probably the nicest person I know.”

“Yeah she’s great,” Ethan said, “I used to spend a lot of time at their house. How come I never met you before?”

“We weren’t around much. My dad travels a lot for his work. He always takes me along...

until this time.”

“Why not this time?”

“He thinks Afghanistan is too dangerous,” I paused for a moment, “I think he’s being overprotective.”

“I don’t know about that. What’s he doing there?” he asked.

“He’s working to develop cash crops for the people affected by war and the drug trade. I talked to him after... uh... recently and he’s pretty excited about the possibilities.” I told him more about how my father researched new farming techniques and hybridized crops for people all around the world. I explained how he taught and lectured at the university, but preferred working outdoors in the fields, sun on his face, hands in dirt. I felt like I was babbling again but Ethan seemed genuinely interested. He asked pointed questions that kept me talking until we pulled into a secluded parking lot that looked out onto some grassy sand dunes.

He reached under his seat and pulled out a bakery bag.

“Healthy breakfast?” he said, offering me a doughnut.

“Thanks,” I smiled, “beats Tofu scramble.” We both laughed.

“Abby’s great, but she never has been able to cook.”

“Aren’t you
not
supposed to eat before you swim?” I asked.

“That’s a myth,” he said as he ate, “I wouldn’t go out after a really big meal but a doughnut won’t hurt you. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you do anything dangerous.”

“I know,” I said.

We took our bags and hiked down a narrow winding path through the dunes to an empty beach with gently breaking waves. It was a beautiful spot, and the sun started to win its battle with the fog, softly lighting the scene.

“Rule number one,” he said, looking at me, “You’re gonna need some sunscreen.” He laid his towel down on the sand and started to pull his gear out of an army surplus duffel bag. He handed me a tube and told me not to forget the tops of my ears. I felt like a little kid, but had to admit that I hadn’t considered it. I did tend to sunburn. Ethan stripped down to his swim trunks and pulled out his wetsuit. His body was lean and muscular, and I blushed, remembering the first time I saw him.

I spread my towel on the sand and stood there awkwardly. I glanced over to see that he had climbed into his suit and was looking at me expectantly.

“Let’s go,” he said, “get your suit on.” When it finally dawned on him that I was shy he turned to face the water.

I hurried to slip out of my clothes quickly while he wasn’t looking. I thought about all of the surfer girls running around in bikinis and realized they wouldn’t feel awkward at all. I squirmed into my suit and was struggling with the back zipper when he turned around.

“That’s a nice wetsuit,” he said, “Let me get that.” I turned and he zipped up the back. His fingers brushed the base of my neck and it sent a shock wave down my spine.

“Aunt Evie just asked the guy at the shop...” I said nervously.

“I thought she was a neighbor,” he said.

“She likes me to call her aunt,” I explained, “But she’s like everything rolled into one. I never had a mom– I think that’s why she spoils me.”

“You’re lucky to have her,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m lucky,” I said, thinking of how I’d be able to talk to Lorelei soon. I looked into his eyes, “Teach me how to swim in the sea,” I said firmly.

Ethan told me the basic rules first. Never swim alone, and never turn your back on the surf.

He explained how to spot a rip current and get out of it. He told me how to turn and go parallel to the shore if you could feel the force of the water pulling you out. He spoke about the ocean with awe and admiration, and stressed that you must always respect its power.

We waded into the water, and the only parts of my body that were cold were my hands and feet. This was going to work nicely, I thought. He showed me how to spot sets of waves, and how to avoid getting smashed by one. The trick was to dive into the wave, getting your body as horizontal as possible so that the force of the water could pass over you. We practiced diving through waves and foam for a while. I found myself laughing with delight. I loved the smell and taste of the water. I started to feel like I belonged in it.

“Ready to go out farther?” Ethan asked, measuring me up.

“Yes!” I grinned. Standing in shallow water he had me practice the front crawl stroke, holding me by the waist. He said it was best for ocean swimming and body surfing. The wet suit made me more buoyant in the water and without the nasty smell of chlorine I had no problem putting my face in. It felt natural, and I picked up the strokes quickly. We waded out into deeper water.

As we swam up and down the coast I began to feel more and more comfortable. The wet suit’s buoyancy became somewhat irritating as I tried to dive under the surface. It kept me from going under, but it made swimming much easier than I remembered.

“Let’s head in,” Ethan said, and we rode the surf back in, allowing the surging water to move us into shore. I launched myself onto the face of a wave and slid along it. It felt great. We walked out of the sea and plopped down onto our towels. Ethan peeled his suit down to his waist and leaned back onto his duffel, arms behind his head. I followed suit. I was pleasantly exhausted and the sun felt good on my skin.

“You’re a fast learner Marina,” Ethan said, “You seem pretty comfortable in the water.”

“I used to hate going to swimming lessons in the city. The pool was indoors and I could never stand the smell of chlorine so I guess I just avoided learning.” I remembered it with distaste, “Saltwater is much better,” I sighed, contented.

“I’d have to agree with that,” he smiled. I met his eyes and his expression turned serious.

“What?” I asked.

Ethan studied my face, “Did you know that your eyes are always the exact same color as the water?”

I looked down, thinking about Lorelei’s eyes. Could they have been my mother’s too? A whisper of melancholy passed through me but I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day. “That was fun,” I said, looking into his eyes, overcome with a sudden boldness, “Would you teach me how to surf sometime?”

He laughed a little, “Sure, I have a feeling you’ll be a natural.” It was my turn to be serious, “Please tell Abby I’m okay now. She won’t let me out of her sight and it’s getting annoying.”

“I will, but one more thing Marina,” his eyes were suddenly intense, “Don’t go swimming around the pier. The currents there are really dangerous...” He stared out at the ocean, brows knit together, “What were you thinking that day?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just looked down again.

He turned back towards me somberly, “Promise to never do that again.”

“It was just a stupid mistake,” I said, remembering how I had climbed around the fence to get to Lorelei. I wondered how I would go about finding her again. “I won’t do
that
again...