Wheeling Gull Isle book of psalms

Judah’s astute reply hit Caracal’s funny bone hard. A loud blurt of laughter escaped him, followed by a tide of titters. Fortunately, Kai fielded his brother’s misnomer, though Caracal had to plant a fist against his lips to contain the laughter that wanted to continue pouring out of him.

Kai’s right, he squeaked when he could manage to speak, P-S-A-L-M, a sacred song or hymn. Ju, you were close, though! You’re thinking of S-A-L-M-O-N, one of the—

He glimpsed something out in the water, beyond the breakers. Caracal’s mouth clapped shut and he squinted, wondering if it was the leatherback’s shell surfacing, perhaps, or something else. He reared back a little when a great black fin cut up out of the water, followed by a burst of water vapor as an orca partially surfaced.

Holy sh—oot! he exclaimed, pointing eagerly as he yelled, Boys, look! Do you see it? Do you know what that is?