![]() It was time to climb into our wet suits and put on our SCUBA gear. Actually, it was more like “aye, aye, aye, aye,” since there’s two of us. “Then we need to do our pre-dive prep protocol.” Tommy, the oldest Kidd kid, was manning the wheel and letting the wind blow through his wavy hair-just in case any mermaids were checking him out, I guess. “It’s daytime, Uncle Richie,” Storm shouted back. ![]() “Always keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground!” Once she sees something (like a topographical map of the coastline of Tonga, a Polynesian country east of New Zealand), she never forgets it. Our big sister Storm has what they call a photographic memory. “It’s the coast of Tonga! I recognize its volcanic peaks.” “Land, ho!” shouted Storm from her perch up in the bow. He’s a swaggering, blustery guy who’ll probably remind you of Teddy Roosevelt (not that you’ve ever met Teddy Roosevelt, but you know what I mean). He took her on her first archaeological dig way back when she was younger than Beck and me (we’re twelve). ![]() He helped Beck, Storm, Tommy, and me track down some long-lost American treasures while also helping us make sure the land of the free and the home of the brave stayed that way. You might remember Uncle Richie from our last adventure back home in the USA. ![]()
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