Wheeling Gull Isle “Come in sir, for you are weary”

uh oh!

The current is strong, and Dinah's grip on the ground is fragile. But her pace is steady, powerful for such a young girl, and before long she is parallel to her brother. Simeon! Hang on! She wanted to panic, wanted to scream and drop to the ground, but instinct overrules fear.
Turning her gaze to the stranger, her adrenaline turns to anger, and with furrowed brows, she shouts: Are you jus' gonna sit there, bighead?! Help him! Help! Help!
The tears are hot and salty and before long she cannot tell the difference between them and the wildwater that brushes at her cheeks, weighs her down. She stumbles, and perhaps she should have taken that as a warning.
Hop, hop, hop, and soon enough she's almost brushing against Simeon's flank! She reaches—
And that was her biggest mistake.
Slipping forward, her head is undertaken by the waves and her eyes and nose and throat sting with the fury of the water. She tries to scream, but it is muffled, and she can't see, can't hear, can't breathe;
God, O Heavenly Father, please forgive me
She is helpless. She squeezes her eyes shut and thrashes wildly and the last anyone would see of her little russet form before it is swept under is a paw that begs for salvation.