Nim's Island Page #2

Well, h-how many bottles do you have?

Oh. Uh, very good.

All of them.

Yeah. Send 'em all.

Uh, who is it?

- Telegraph Hill Pharmacy.

- Uh, just leave it there, please.

Just leave it here?

In the rain?

Yeah, go ahead. I-I put it

on my MasterCard. I left you a very nice tip.

- Uh, make sure you get it.

- Okay.

Alexandra, it's Buffy, your favorite editor.

I know you're there,

and I know you're not going to pick up.

I just worry about you, darling...

sitting at your computer,

living on a diet of only Progresso soup.

- How can you eat that every day?

- Buffy.

So, how is

the new Alex Rover coming?

Wasn't I supposed to read

something two weeks ago?

No pressure, no pressure,

no pressure.

See, what you don't know about me

is that where there's an Alex Rover-

there's a way!

I have a certain knack for getting out of

predicaments far worse than this one, you know.

Eh. Excuse me?

No, hold on. No. I'm supposed

to get outta this, you know.

Alexandra!

Why can't I get this?

No pressure, no pressure,

no pressure.

Volcanic sacrifice.

What was I thinking?

Volcano, volcano.

"Living in the Shadow

of a Volcano. "Hmm.

Well, that's just crazy.

I mean, why would anyone do that?

Oh, wow.

Perfect.

- What you doin', Jack?

- Ah, there you are!

Current's shifted, Nim. Zander's Atoll

is gonna be just five feet underwater.

Zander's Atoll?

But it's almost dinner!

Hey, we might not see algae

growth like this for years.

More plankton?

This is the trip

we find Protozoa Nim.

I swear it.

I can feel it in my bones.

But Chicca's eggs are about to hatch.

I need to be here.

No negotiating. I mean,

this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Come on!

Yeah, you said that last week

about the southern borealis.

- Two nights, Nim.

- No! Chicca only saved one last year, Jack.

One little turtle. I want to stay.

We can talk

on the satellite phone.

Nim, please.

I'm not a little girl anymore.

You got so much of your mom in you,

you know that?

- That's a good thing, right?

- Yeah, good.

Sure.

Unfortunately, I could never win a fight

with her either.

Okay, it's only four hours

till low tide.

Oh! Hey, could you grab

my collection jars and my wet suit?

I already packed them for you!

Any e-mails show up, tell 'em I'm on expedition.

I'll get to their questions on Thursday.

Hey, Lizard, get off of that.

He's not "Lizard. "

His name is Fred.

Unless it's, like,

a ridiculously obvious e-mail.

- Then I can help 'em, right?

- I'd rather you just said Thursday.

Nim, are you sure

you're okay with this?

Come on.

You've left me alone before.

Well, yeah. One night.

But never for two.

Well, look, I've got Selkie and Fred

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