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that Victor and Claude had to struggle more than usual to get their trunks aboard. That is strange, I thought. After all, we carried all the heavy equipment, their trunks should have only tents and clothing.  Another odd thing happened as Mother and I rode out to the ship docked in the nearby lagoon, I couldn’t help but wonder why one of the small boats sat so deep in the water. I kept thinking that it would only take one good wave,

and that particular boat would take on water and sink. Fortunately, there were no large waves, and all of the trunks were safely loaded into the cargo hold.  Tired out by all the work, and the rising tension, Mother and I decided to retire early to our cabin.  “Goodnight, Father,” I said, as he held Mother’s hand on the brass railing outside our cabin door. "It will be okay, Father, we have all

the photographs and the journals documenting the TravlinBug'z,”

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