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On the deck of the ferry you had to hold very tightly onto the railings, or the wind would blow you away. It nearly blew your head off and your hair stuck out sideways. Adam’s mother went inside and sat behind the glass. She stared out at him with her eyes and mouth big, like a goldfish. Sometimes you could see a lot of sea, and then you could see none at all but a lot of white sky. Then the deck would push up under your feet and you felt the railings move away. The deck would fall down fast and the railings bumped your nose. His father said he felt better in the fresh air. His face was green. Adam held out some chips. “Go to the stern,” said his father, “and see the wash.” You had to walk in a zigzag on the rolling deck. Sometimes one leg was longer than the other one, and then it was the other way round. Adam sat down on the deck a few times. Behind the ferry were lines of white water like a road. The sun came out and it glittered. Three dolphins arched their backs, crossing the white road. Adam wondered why Dad didn’t want to see this.
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