Extract Book 1, Chapter 2: Distress at Sea
He formed his hands into binoculars and looked through. “I see something over there!” Marmelin suddenly shouted. Not far from them, someone was clinging to a raft, threatening to plunge into the waves.
“Potato, we have to get to that raft!”
“I don’t want to go further into the storm, Marmelin ... I don’t want to fall into the sea,” said Potato quietly and fearfully.
Marmelin pulled the wooden bucket, in which Potato had buried himself deeply, toward him and spoke softly to the dirt:
“Potato, I promise you that you will not fall into the water. I’ll tie you very tightly to my coconut shell, and it has never sunk. If the waves want to, they can throw us up into the clouds - you will never fall into the water. I’m as sure of that as I am that the sun will rise tomorrow.”
Potato was silent at first, then she said quietly, but a little more boldly, “... LET’S HELP.”
Marmelin tied the wooden bucket as tightly as possible to his coconut shell and carefully headed in the direction of the voice crying for help. He knew he was safe. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew that nothing would happen to Potato and him. Ever.
The strong wind had grown into a powerful storm. Whenever he lost his bearings among the high crests of the waves, Marmelin listened into the storm and followed the cries for help. The voice was now getting louder and louder. They had to be very close, when suddenly a particularly large wave caused the coconut shell and the wooden bucket to crash against the raft.