Wheeling Gull Isle book of psalms

“Ohh…” something like a whimper rides his exhale, “ok. ‘Psalm’ has a silent ‘P’,” his lips twist, feeling a little embarrassed that it is something he should have known already if he had been paying more attention like Malakai.

His father’s exclaim broke the quiet and Judah found himself stumbling backwards, screeching and burrowing himself behind Caracal and Mal.

“DADDY!” he cries as a slap and a cut of fin perforates the blue just off shore.